Man, Paul. Seriously. I hope things get better for you. You are one of my favorite posters, for serious.
Thanks everyone for your kind wishes. We had her put down at 6:00 tonight. When we got to the vet, she couldn't walk at all. My boyfriend carried her everywhere.(I'm really grateful for him, he's been amazing through all of this. He is the one who bought her the expensive food. He paid for the vet. He carried her to the bed last night, and was originally planning on just me and her sleeping in the bed, but ending up sleeping in there with us after I asked him. He gave up his spot in bed for my dog. I am so grateful for him) At the vet, she was completely calm the whole time. She went silently. We were both in tears the entire time. I wanted to get her cremated, and keep the remains. Maybe make her a fancy urn or something. But we couldn't afford it. So, we buried her in my mother's backyard. At least this way, I will always have a place where I can visit her.
I'm glad that I got to spend these last few days with her. She was, and will always be, such a great dog. She was seriously the best ever. I don't ever want to get a dog again because no one can ever be as good as her. She was smart, and silly, and protective, and great. These past few days I've been reminising, and just telling all these tales about her, and I'm sure I've annoyed everybody with them, but I'm glad to have had such a good time with her. I think my favorite story of our time together was this one time when my roommate wanted to flea bomb the house. He decided he was going to go to the movies during that time, but me and Kit had nothing to do. We couldn't go back in the house for another two hours. It was fall, so it was pretty chilly out. We had a fire pit in the backyard, so I decided I'd walk to the store and buy some supplies for it. I also bought us hot dogs and marshmellows for lunch. I tried calling all of my friends(including my current boyfriend) to see if anyone wanted to come to our bonfire, but no one would. And that's fine. I had stole a newspaper, so she and I sat there, snuggled up near the fire, reading the paper. It was so great. We stayed there well after the two hours, well after the sunset. It is honestly one of my favorite memories of being alive, as well as one of my favorites of my dog.