Burying Man\'s best friend I started going to pick up cash from a job and get the K5 inspected, when my wife comes running over to me in the truck and says, "Go to your mom's house, Betsy's dying!" Betsy's thier mutt... They're 4-hours away for the weekend and we're house/dog-sitting for them, which originally just entailed feeding and letting out the dog... So I go over to my mom's and sure enough, the poor beast is lying on the floor shivering and breathing hard, not able to stand up or really even lift her head up. Poor dog's mouth was completely dried out from panting like that, and her eyes were kind of glazed from not blinking I guess. So I start petting her and cooing her, she tries to get up and responds to me calling her, but then has like a siezure or spasm and spends a minute or so shaking on the floor. I call my mom, who's like "yeah, she's done this before, she'll be fine, just put her in a box with a blanket under the kitchen table and she'll be fine." So I tell her the dog is in misery, and will need a vet. My wife call's one of her friends with horses to get a good vet recommendation (first vet we called in the phone book was unrealistically snotty with us because we weren't the owner and were just taking care of the dog. Sorry, you're not getting my buck with that attitude when I'm in need here!), and finally we and the kids take the dog. Vet says she's paralyzed on her right side with either diabetes or a tumor, so we should admit her or euthanize her. I said euthanize her, the poor beast in in agony and miserable, and my mom on the phone says no, she's driving home now, she wants my little brother to be able to say goodbye. So we take her home, lay her on the kitchen floor nice and comfy, I go and take the kids to my friends store for a little bit, and my wife calls to say Betsy's gone, she just had her last breath and died. So, I dug her grave, and my little brother and I laid her in it, and buried her. Poor kid used to do everything with that dog, though. Her used to take her with him to take out the friggin garbage... It's kind of wierd, it has me kind of pensive right now. A sad part is I was on the phone with my mom early this morning before we had been to thier house and knew the dog was dying, and I said to my mom, "I should put that dumb mutt out of it's misery, she's too much of a pain in the butt." I just meant because my parents go away so much and the dog is alone on weekends alot, with just my wife and I taking care of her. I meant I'd give her away, though, not that I really wanted her gone. So the old adage, "watch what you wish for"... edit: [angry line chopped out].