Coldest day of the year...

I'm sitting in my living room this morning instead of being at work today for a lot of reasons.  I'm sick, I kept my son home from school, and I'm watching my dog live the final few hours of her life.  3 months ago she was diagnosed with lung cancer and was given 2 months to live.  Last week she was re-evaluated and is now deaf, has tumors in her brain as well as in her abdomen and is going into congestive heart failure.    13 years ago when we bought a little Rat Terrier puppy from the pet store, we had her for 2 days and she went into the vet with Parvovirus, which is almost always fatal... we named her Lucky when she was at the vet for 5 days and pulled through.   Since then she has been the best dog that ANYONE could ever ask for.  We never had a single problem with her, and she loved everyone equally.   She's been around since before we were married, before I graduated from college and before I had kids.    Lucky has been and always will be a beloved part of my family and we're all going to miss her terribly.   

I'm terrified of bringing her to the vet today, because I know I won't be bringing her home.