The Downhill Slide Quickens (POSTED OVER A YEAR LATE. SORRY PEOPLE)

People, we are at T Minus 3 days. And counting. We, or rather, should I say, I have so much to do in this short time and yet so much has already happened.
Let me back up....oh how far to go??
For sanity's sake (both yours and mine), let me give you the Cliff's Notes version.
Last weekend, our beloved black lab Kylie Anne Manylie began to seriously decline in health. And I mean rapidly. What started off on a Friday afternoon as an "accident" that Jeff found in the dining room escalated to Kylie being relegated to sleeping outside Sunday night (I cannot believe I am admitting that I let, OK, forced, my precious four legged baby girl sleep outside, but there it is. The ugly truth for all of cyber world to read.) I wasn't sure she'd make it through the night as she stopped eating and drinking and wans't interested in moving. But she made it. By lunchtime Monday, after many many tears and many more "It's OK girl, you can go and rest now, we'll miss you but we'll be alright", Jeff said, "I think it's time for you to call your dad.
As ready as you think you are and as mentally prepared as you think you have made yourself, you're not. Not really anyway. As soon as that red pickup truck pulled into my driveway, I was hit with sheer panic and couldn't deal with the fact that this was it. It was really time. Jeff and my dad carried her, in the rain, to the bed of the truck and Dad drove her to the vet while Jeff sat in the bed of the truck with her, holding an umbrella over her head, and Emma and I followed in our truck. Good byes are never enough and as hard as it was for me to bid a sad farewell to my sweet girl and try to thank her for the last almost 13 years of her friendship, do not think for a moment that my sweet husband had an easier time. He knew her for less than half of the time I did, but that man loved him some Kylie-Mo. After our first date (when I was worried about letting him into my apartment - I mean what if he was a serial killer??) he came in and proceeded to lay on my floor and love on Kylie. First date. They hit it off from that first moment and she became his newest furry black love. With bad gas. Our sweet Emma asks about "puppy" but seems to be doing better than we expected.
We will be glad for this new baby to arrive and I am thankful that we were able to deal with Kylie's death before the baby arrives (oh goodness what if this had happened while I was in the hospital??() and have this exciting event to look forward to.