That reminds me of Brandy, my Dachshund, well she was suppose to be my son's dog but he never paid her much attention. I did cry after her little accident, only the 2nd time in my life I cried over a dog, the first time I was little. She fell off the pier and I think had a stroke not sure, she was 14 years old She started swimming towards the bank and suddenly 1v leg quit working and she was swimming in a circle then went under. I jumped in and pulled her out and tried to revive her but after about 20 minutes realized it was pointless and put her out of her misery.Normally I'm not much on weeping either and I'm a woman. But hit me at the right time and look out.
I know what's going to happen when I lose Maisey. That's if she goes before me.