I had a dog growing up that was my best friend. His name was rusty he was awesome. He had to have a bowl of coffee with cream every morning or he would not get up all day. He used to have seizures at the time the vet really didnt know what they were or how to treat them. When I was around 15 or 16 he started getting really sick. We took him to the vet, rusty had an enlarged heart among other things wrong with him. The vet said we could do surgery but he might not make it through it. I came home from school one day and mom told me we had to take rusty to be put to sleep. He had started coughing up blood that morning and she didnt want him to suffer anymore. That was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do. The vet office was so nice and gave us all the time we needed to say goodbye. We had him cremated and when we went to pick him up they gave him to us in a container that looked like the old strofoam big mac container couldnt eat burgers after that for a long time. I now have two cats that are getting up there in age. The male cat is getting skinny even though he is eating everything in site. I really dont want to go threw losing my pets again.