Tonight we took her to the emergency vet because she fell over, lost bladder and bowel control and was panting with her tongue hanging way out. She seemed to have minimal muscle control, as well.
She's stable now, and they've got her in overnight for observation. She's got an IV for fluids and electrolytes, and she's all tucked in under a fleece blanket. She looked totally wiped out when we went in to say goodnight.
I'm not ready to say goodbye to her just yet, but it seems like that day may be coming up sooner than I thought it would have, even given her age. She's just declined abruptly over the last few weeks, and I'm starting to think her race may be run...
Work tomorrow is going to be hell. Send happy thoughts to my dog, would you, LJ?