I had to make the worst decision of my life last night by putting my best friend Jake to sleep. He had many health issues, but lived life to it's fullest with medications and love. He had a Grand Mal Seizure, did not recover normally and the emergency vet told us she thought it was time to put him to sleep. He was walking in circles (when he could walk at all), whining (which he never did before), his head was turned to the left and he could barely respond to his name. He has been on seizure meds for the 8 1/2 years we had him and still had pop up seizures while meds were being adjusted. He was the best boy, the captain of our bass boat, the dog mayor at camp and was loved by everyone there. We lost our other pup a year and four months ago, so he was everything to us. My whole Marriage I had these two dogs in our lives and now it's just empty in our house. For all of you who still have your little furbaby give them lots of love since you never know when this will be the last day you get to spend with them since both of ours died suddenly. I don't regret a day I got to spend with Jake, I only wish I had more days. Why do those who bring us such joy and love die so young? 12 years and 7 Months is not enough time on earth and having him for 8 1/2 years went by way to fast. At least I got to hold him in my arms while he crossed the rainbow bridge to be with his sister Gidget.