I looked into her eyes for signs of hope.
She looks tired.
Can she really be that old?
Until the end, I will feed you, nurture you, and help you to stand up. I know, when all four of your hooves are firmly planted on the ground beneath you, you are whole.
I hope that you can hear and see so many things that we, as humans, are not capable of sensing. I need for you to know that I love you.
Wisdom tells me that your body will give out. My heart tells me that if I keep on trying I can bring youth back to you.
I ask myself, why do I do this? But this isn’t about me, it is about the job that I know I am here to do.
Today’s heart is heavy. Tomorrow I will be looking for sunshine, and I will see it when you kick up your heels in glee. You may be jumping over a rainbow. But I will shed several tears for you wherever you go.
His Pasture Press 
Good post, its always hard to say goodbye.
Been there, done that just a month ago with
Our great Pyrenees.
Amy (posting from my kindle fire)
HI Amy, I am sorry about the loss of your Pyrenees.
Spot is an old gal, around 12-14 years old. Losing a loved animal is never easy. I will help her until she can no longer be helped. That is the peace that I can hold.
Beautiful post, Mary. But so sad. I can completely relate to your love for your pets.
Yes, I did lose her, just many days later. By that time I was glad she was no longer suffering. They get old on us fast.