Well, I lost my Pooh puppy tonight. My house seems dead. No quiet snoring. No sounds of position adjustment. Nobody to snag bread off the counter, rip open the bag, and inhale half a loaf of bread. No one to go outside with. No one to come back in with. I hope that these four years were the best of his life. He sure got lots of love. I would have paid whatever it took. But the vet said there was no chance of his recovery. I am so so so sad and alone. My eyes are leaking lots.