Twix passed peacefully last night just after 10pm at the emergency vet.

She was in declining health the last few months, since about April or so. She had been to our regular vet and an emergency vet in the last few months.

She had very laboured breathing of late. Last night, when they tested her breathing, typically a dog would score between 95-100, Twix was at 82.

In the last few days, Twix declined faster. She was losing her balance regularly, she hadn’t eaten in a few days and I knew that she was suffering.

I’m sure that she would have lived a few months, but the quality of hey life wasn’t the greatest, that’s for sure.

I made the difficult decision to put her down yesterday. The emergency vet agreed that it was the correct decision based on what she saw and what I described. It’s never an easy choice. Twix lived to nearly 13.5 years, she was with me for 9.5 of those years, I got her just before she turned 4.

I’ll miss my little one, as I often called her. Her little brother Apollo will miss her as well. She was the sweetest dog that anyone could ever hope to have. She was my Princess.

If there is a rainbow bridge, I hope she’s playing with Blondie and Hera and her brother (that she never met) Zeus.

Run free my girl, I’ll always remember you. Love you, Twix.