My parents just came home from taking one of my dogs to the vet ...the vet found a tumor in his mouth and said we will have to put him down within a month. I know in times like these something like a pet doesn't mean much to the next person.....but to me this is a living thing that's been in my house and a part of my life for the past 13 years. I remember when I was 8, my mother surprised me at school and took me out early to go pick out a puppy ....good memories. And sure he's bitten me countless times and chewed up so many toys, but....I'm still sad. If there are any animal lovers here, ya know what I mean. Can I get a group hug?