Stopped beating at about 5:05 pm on Friday, August 18, 2017. She was about 12 years old.
I didn't feel it stop; the vet did but she went sleeping, spooned against me, as I petted her silky ears, gently rubbed her face.
I hope to be posting something more about her, but since I shared her entrance into my life nine years ago, https://sodearandyetsofar.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-doing-okay.html , I thought I'd share news of her passing away from it.
She started out sad and often apprehensive, but her spirit grew and it was a privilege to watch. Despite the many physical challenges Stella faced over her life, she stayed trusting and cooperative. Never did a tooth touch skin -- canine, civilian, or medical. The overarching adjective for her from stranger to friend to veterinarian was "sweet."
She was a good girl, no matter what she got into, tore up, or ate. She was there for me when I needed her. She was a good girl, heart and soul. And I loved her.
Okay, technical difficulties -- working from my phone. I'll post the others soon, maybe. In the meantime, here's one of my favorites, from October 2016.