A week ago we said goodbye to our sweet dog Chloe. She was just over 13, and had lived with health problems the last year. Luckily for us, the pandemic kept us home so we could give her the full attention she needed (hand feeding sitting up on our laps, carrying her for 20 minutes after every meal, picking her up after every drink so it would go down, etc.)
Even with all that, she was happy and would go for her walks, run around playing, barking and cuddling. She was our first dog, and a perfect little companion to all of us. My husband carried her more than anyone, and she used to sleep beside him on the desk while he worked on the computer. He feels her loss very deeply.
The vet (COVID restrictions) allowed one person to be with Chloe at the end, and hold her, and that was me.