Baily,our 9 year old lab was sick,very sick. I had made an appointment for her that day at 2:30. I had the kids kiss and hug her before they left for school,I didn't have the heart to tell them that she might not be home later.I think they they knew. I laid with her all morning,loving,talking,as I had done the previous night...all night. Finally I had to get my shower so we could go to the vet. When finished,I opened my bathroom door and stepped over her to get to my bed and sit down. I looked up and realized Baily was gone. I had stepped over her coming out of the bathroom and didn't know it. Even knowing she was gone,I still called her name,then started sobbing. My puppy German Shepherd seemed to even know. I called the vet to cancel the appt. and my sister(who works at the vet office) came to pick her up to take her to be ready to get cremated. It was an awful day,week,month! But it got easier over time. I hate that I wasn't with her when she passed but I like to think that her last act was to lay across that bathroom door,as close to me as she could get,and protect me in her final act.