Yesterday was the saddest day of my life.  I had to put my little dog, Ivy, to sleep.  She had gotten into something that caused necrosis of her tongue.  My only alternative to putting her to sleep was for the doctor to remove her tongue and insert a tube into her esophagus for eating and drinking.  The doctor wasn’t positive that her internal organs hadn’t been adversely affected as well.  So I had to make the most difficult decision of my life.  She was so tiny that inserting a tube would have temporarily delayed the inevitable and prolonged her suffering.

I have always said that I have two babies, my daughter Amy and my furry baby, Ivy.  Both have brought me such joy in life.  Amy went on to make a great life of her own but I had my little Ivy as my walking buddy and companion.

— Lynn from Las Vegas, NV