I had a couple tough days. I had got my mom a pup years ago that we think was now 18. I also have a snouser miniature that is 4. They were playing on Friday morning as they do every day. The old pup was a female and he is male. She raised him from 8 weeks trained him to go outside and worked out great. Well I take them outside just before bed and she starts having issues. She was blind and deaf but she knows the home and yard and it is all fenced.
So Friday night I did not sleep. She was struggling to breath very shallow and fast so I knew congestive heart failure was probably setting in. Saturday morning I took them outside and she usually comes to the door and scratches to come in but nothing. So I go out and she is lying in the grass breathing hard.
I spent the day holding her putting her at water bowl and she would drink and I would take outside. She would not eat so I fried her favorite bacon and she ate a piece.
She use to lay in my mom's lap for hours she had Alzheimer's. She always slept on my bed and would wake me when Mom would get up during the night.
When I would get my rifle out she would do donuts because she knew we were going hunting. She could track a wounded squirrel, ground hog or turkey and when she found them would start to try to bury them.
So I held her and she began to howl and she passed at 1:30 this morning. I will bury her with some of her favorite toys beside the garage. She use to be with me when working on my cars and she loved to go for ride in the vert.
The other pup kept walking around the bed last night looking for her. This morning he went everywhere looking for her. I have her in laundry and showed him he does not understand why she has not come to play with him. So sad she was the best little 6 lb. pup ever. When I lived in China a friend took care of her. She had a pit bull and they became best friends. This tiny little pup would stand on her hind legs and bite the pit bull on the neck and go running around her legs and bite on the leg. They would sleep together. My daughter use to keep her some and she was best friends with a cat there.
She would not let nurse of anyone get close to my mom would have to take her in another room to be able to check her out. You could not get near me or she would attack.
Her name was Prissy from the way she walked so prissy.
Pups are like car one is not enough so will see what I can find this week for a new friend for Whiskers to have fun with.
We have 3 urns with our life long dogs on the mantle. Take care David!! 
