Today I had to say goodbye to a dear friend of 10 years, Quincey.  He had Cushings disease, that destroyed his muscle and body over the last year.  We did everything that we could do for him, including importing drugs from the UK, but some things you just can't fix.  I just got back from a business trip, and took yesterday off to get back on track.  Unfortunately, it seems as if he waited for my return then just gave up.  Within 36 hours, he quit eating, quit drinking, and started vomiting blood.  We took him to the vet, but the best we could do for him was give him a comfortable death.

This had to be the hardest thing I have had to do.  I have had other dogs die, but not *my* dogs as an adult.  He was just such a good dog, and such a good friend.  It was so hard to let him go.

Quincey was my only companion during some real life changes.  He was with me in my first apartment, and kept me company when I had so few friends in the new town I lived in.  He was always happy to see me, and was always there when I was down. He was a gift to me from my now husband.  And, even though we had 4 dogs, he was always "my" dog.

The other 3 dogs are lost.  They don't understand what happened.  And, I can't blame them- I'm a bit lost myself.  I am used to his bellow and his begging for food.  I'm used to helping him up the stairs and picking him up on the couch.  But, not anymore.

I will miss you dear friend.  May you rest in peace.