She was around 11 1/2 years old.
I'd had her since she was 6 weeks.
Since the end of high school, for my first apartment, starting college, struggling through being burnt-out to finishing college, the end of a 6 1/2 year relationship, the start of a new one... every single moment of my adult life, my moo-girl was there.
Bred to be a fighter, she was the biggest love-bug on the planet; my short, stocky alligator pit bull who snorted like a piggie (ate like one too) and snuggled with the best of them.
It's weird, at home, without her.