10 years ago we got a rescue dog from the dogs home. Poor thing was in a right state, where all the other dogs would come up and greet passers by she would sit at the back just looking at my parents. We took her home and gave her a really good life. Every summer my whole family (including cousins, aunts etc) would go for a month long holiday and I'd stay back to look after the dog, was great just the both of us living here. She was really friendly, lazy, didn't behave like a dog at all, more like a kind of cat-sheep. About 3-4 years back she developed Cushing's disease. The prognosis was good if she took a daily tablet which was quite expensive (£1.50 a day). She was okay with this but over the last year or so she deteriorated. During February last year she couldn't walk due to arthritis. It was some kind of "attack", since it cleared up after a few weeks and never came back. Really strange that. I had to do a lot for her during this time as you can probably imagine. So anyways. Last week she started eating less, started being sick around the house. Full of energy though! Would regularly climb up the stairs to come see what us human folk were up to. But one morning she didn't want to get up. Took her to the vets who told us she either has Addisons disease or kidney failure. As well as that she also had a lump, a heart murmor and cataracts. She was taken back that day for a 24 hour drip and to measure her improvement. One kidney slightly improved but another didn't. The vet let her go for the night but warned us she could just drop any moment. She didn't and she had a relaxing night with various friends and family members turning up to say bye. We were going to put her to sleep in the morning. About 12 years back we had another dog put down from cancer. My dad held him as he was put to sleep, the last time I saw him was as he drove off to the vets. So I decided... I was going to hold our dog. Silly really but I just thought since I looked after her so much that I should look after her one last time. At about 9:10 this morning I picked her up from her basket and didn't let go until after the injection at about 9:30. It broke my heart. She just went limp and I couldn't look into her face. Damn these pets I know she's only a dog and such but she's been a major part of my and my family's life for the last 10 years. God knows what I'm going to do this summer when my family go away again. I've fallen out with parents, I've fallen our with friends and even Caroline in the past. But our dog has always been there. Hard to explain really.