I know how it feels to lose a pet. I had a beagle while growing up who developed breast cancer. She knew her time was almost over, she went into the bushes so I couldn't find her. My mom took her to the vet while I was at a job interview. I still miss her, she was an amazing dog, went with me everywhere I could take her.

what has happened is for the best however cruel it might sound.

Thanks guys! I know it is for the best.

last year i had a dog poisoned. i had to put it to sleep.
2 weeks ago, i had another dog that developed some mysterious ailment, and went to the vet.
he was a foster dog. the dog was a beautiful, 14 year old shepherd, service/epileptic seizure dog that worked his heart out for his mistress, and waited for her return, tho it would never be.
the dog developed some metabolic, neurological disorder, and in 2 weeks lost so much weight, he became anorexic for some unknown reason. he lost his muscle mass, and fat reserve. i was this dog's advocate. the sister's brother paid, the bills and he is an attorney. he consulted with the vets, he paid the bills which were mounting, and took everything under consideration. the neuro vet said that the chances looked grim for we could spend lots of money for further diagnostic tests that might show nothing. for cancer could be lurking in the body somewhere.

the dog was very tired, and in less than 5 minues, the sedative was administered through a leg port, and the pink liquid went into his veins. the owner's brother held the dog's head in his hands, and said "there now", and jumped up crying. for you see he knew the dog for all of it's 14 years.
i was left alone with the dog, and all i could say was, "oh, Tony" and cry. i won't get over this dog's death for a very long time. i loved him as much as my own dogs. maybe more.