Good dog, Best friend

I just found out my Mom's friend's dog just died :'c
They moved to British Colombia a couple years ago and we havn't seen them since /minus phone calls a few short visits/

And they called today to let us know she had to be put down because she wasn't eating or breathing very well.

I knew that dog my entire life. No joke. She must have been at least fourteen.
I saw her every week without fail when they lived here, and I'm kind of upset I didn't get to see her again.

She was my rescue puppy, my friend, and the best model for when I was learning to draw.

I'll miss ya Sheba <3