TaryTerre was right on the money about Ernie's limp. She was doing pretty well when I got up on Saturday, but by early afternoon her back legs gave out and she could no longer stand. I called Walker home from his mom's, and we contacted the vet. The clinic was closed but one of the doctors agreed to meet us there later that afternoon. I wasn't sure Ernie would last that long. All afternoon I held her. Finally, I handed her over to Diva so I could get ready to go. Diva was amazing - she laid down next to Ernie, petting her to keep her calm. When she could sense Ernie's distress, Diva picked her up and just held her until it was time for us to leave.
I didn't want to crate her, just wrapped her in her blankie and carried her to the car. Her breathing got ragged and she started struggling in my arms. Walker drove like a bat out of hell. We let ourselves into the clinic, Ernie barely hanging on. True to form, though, when the vet leaned in to pet her Ernie lifted her head, looked the vet right in the eye, and growled at her. Then she peed all over me. That's my girl! Feisty to the end.
I keep looking over at her spot on the sofa to check on her. I probably will for a while. I'm glad my little girl isn't hurting any more, but I miss her so much.