We lost our Dane today. She fell down the stairs this morning, we had to pick her up. She had a rough afternoon up and down, and ultimately fell right outside the vet when we got there, like she knew she didn’t have to fight to walk anymore. It was a tough decision, but it was time. She was over 10 years old, which is up there for a Dane, especially a puppy mill one. We had her for exactly ten years and eight days. We enjoyed a lovely afternoon in the sun and grass before going to the vet. She loved sitting out in that exact spot and rolling in the grass. My house is definitely feeling empty tonight.