She was an awesome girl, no doubt. That's great she was chasing down rats up to the near end.
I'm not sure what happened to Charlie. I stepped over him at 3:00 in the morning in the hall and he was breathing kind of funny. I didn't think much of it because they sometimes do that when they're dreaming. He was still breathing that way at 5:30 and he didn't move when I called him. He was limp when I picked him up. I carried him into the living room. He lasted about 10 minutes and died with me holding him. I believe he waited for me.
Funny thing is that the evening before, it was the same as always. When I got home. He brought me his ball and chased it out into the back yard. There was no warning at all.