This morning, my 8 pound little Chihuahua of 12 years age managed to open the gate at the top of our stairs, then climb down all those stairs, sneak into my room to wake me up at 9am, all with 6 point heart failure on both sides of her heart and two lungs full of fluid. Six hours later, at around 3 pm, she died in my lap after two quick injections. She's not drowning in her own body anymore, she's not struggling to breath anymore... She went so peacefully, right there in my arms. I felt her labored breathing stop, and she was gone. I held onto her until the end and she held onto me. I'll never forget her, and someday I hope to see her again... Rest in peace Tia... Rest in peace... *sobs*