She's been in a steady decline for the past couple of months. The last treatment via the vet was a very short success......like a week. She never got rid of the cough, it just got worse, as did her breathing. She has been acting odd since last night. I had trouble getting her out of the yard after her last potty session at 1 am......I had to go in and guide her out. When I woke up this morning and went to take the girls out I had to basically make her go. Lots of prompting, then finally the Momma command in my no nonsense voice sort of got her moving. But she was incredibly slow. I have to make her go out a few times a day or the never ending cough has her piddling on the carpet. I let them stay out a bit as it was a truly lovely morning. Cold enough for no mud in the yard yet sunny and warm enough they really wouldn't be cold. Maggie was more than ready to come inside when I called. I called and called Molly with no response. So I put Maggie inside and went after Molly. She was moving at a snails pace having trouble keeping her legs under her. I helped her inside. She basically parked in the dining room and has not moved since. She's not drank yet today. (I just realized this) She refused supper. She refused cheese. I've not been able to get her to stand up and I'm not sure I really want to try that hard. She's clearly in misery. Her breathing is exceptionally shallow and fast and labored. There is a constant gurgle, it sounds as if her lungs are full of fluid. Moving is an effort. I'm guessing low blood O2 is playing a role in that. I had told the vet when the last round of antibiotic and steroids didn't work that we wouldn't be treating her chronic bronchitis again. (I have had a strong feeling for some time it is lung cancer...vet hinted a similar suspicion) It's expensive and it doesn't really work. I've been assessing her quality of life for all this time. It's been going on a steady trek downhill. I thought as long as she ate and drank and at least attempted to play with Maggie.......managed her short walks at least she was living. I think it was the last walk that did this to her, to be frank. She came back from that totally wiped out and struggling to breathe. She's not bounced back. I'd figured it was ok to walk her because she'd attempted to play with Maggie in the afternoon and seemed perkier than usual. (her play is to stand and bark and Maggie does all the "play" part) If the vet made housecalls I'd phone her tonight and have her come put Molly out of her misery. I can see it clearly in her face......and she is scared. I can see it in her body language and it's breaking my heart. You can't reach a vet here (any vet) on the weekend. I had hoped Molly would go in her sleep in her own home where she feels safe. But I don't want her suffering either.