It's always so hard to lose a furry friend. I can't imagine losing my guys. My poor mother is still mourning the loss of her great dane that she put down 2 months ago. It was a devastating story...
Her 8-year-old dane was a big, gentle baby. And one afternoon he suddenly attacked my 13-year-old step-sister. She was sitting calmly at the picnic table, eating a sandwich and suddenly Buddy's mouth was engulfing her face. When my step-dad ripped him off, he turned and attacked him.
It turned out he had a brain tumor, which explained the uncharacteristic aggression. My mother was heart broken.
Sigh... I think I'll go call my mommy.