My pyewackett, was like that, she got to where she would not eat, and lost so much weight, I knew she didn't have long, she was 16 years old. The night she died, she tried to hide from me under the bed, but I made her come out and she died in my arms. She looked so peaceful, like she just went to sleep in my arms. I just did not have the heart to have her put down. I guess I was being selfish, but she had been with me so long, I just couldn't do it, and couldn't let go of her. It was very hard. I am sorry you are having to go through this too. Whatever you choose to do, I am with you.