My mom had to help her cairn terrier to the Bridge today. She got Fancy soon after my dad had his stroke, so she was 15. She was a great source of comfort for my mom and an awesome companion for my dad.
She would get out of the way when he said 'beep, beep, beep' in his wheelchair, and she loved cheese!
Poor dear had arthritis and was losing bowel and bladder control. She was in pain there at the end and mom did the last kind thing for her.
She was named for the Reba McIntyre song of the same name, (you knew the girl in Reba's song was named Fancy Rae Baker, right?) and she will surely be missed.