Queenie came to live with me in August 2003 when she was four-weeks-old. She fit in the palms of my hands.
She grew to be a beautiful white Schnoodle who was by my side most of those 10-plus years. She loved to go for rides in the car with me.
For the past week she had been sick at her stomach, and the medications didn't seem to help. After a particularly rough weekend, I took her to the vet this morning for extensive testing. It turned out she had liver cancer, and she was suffering greatly from it. She lost 12 pounds during the last year.
So it turned out to be her last car ride, and I miss her very much.