Hi Ladies,

I wasn't gonna post anything about this, but I know all of you have shared your experiences, and I kept saying that I knew my puppy's time was coming soon. It came on Tuesday. We walked down to the end of the street, like we've done every morning for the past 13 years, and he just laid down. He never got up again. The vet at the pet hotel I use came out with a stretcher to move him to his office. My pup is my little pumpkin, but in reality, he's a 120-lb Newfie mix - just a ton of fluffy black fur. They ran all kinds of tests, IV drip all day, xrays and blood work, and they could find no reason. His heart was racing, he was struggling to breath, and after spending the day on the floor at the vets office, the doctor said that it would be cruel to make him continue like that. He never tried to stand up at all that day. I didn't stop petting him or scratching his head all that day, so he died with the most loving he could have asked for. I know he knew I was there, because if I stopped petting him, he would move his paw indicating he wanted more.

I miss him so much. I lost my cat about six years ago, my Mastiff about 2 years ago, and Dizzie was the last of my pets. It's so hard, and I'm really not handling it well - I'll be fine for a while, and then just lose it moments later. The house is so quiet and empty without him, and I don't know what to do when I get home from work or wake up each morning - we went for walks, twice a day, every day, year in, year out.