My Jake was my doberman. He was my heart, my life, and when he died, a large part of my heart left with him. He became sick about 3 months before he died with congestive heart failure. He was on many medicines, but we had an understanding, Jake and me, that when he did not want any more medicine to let me know, and there would be no more. The day before he went to Heaven, I went to give him his medicine, and he looked straight into my eyes, and then he turned his head. I told him, "Okay, no more." And there was no more medicine. We spent the entire day together on the couch because he was too ill to walk very well. I told him everything that was in my heart, and I explained what was going to happen to him the next day. He just kept looking at me and loving me. His final night sleeping with me he had to be helped onto the bed because he could not get up by himself. He cuddled up beside me under the cover just like he always did (all 98 pounds), and we slept. Next morning, we went to take him to go to Heaven, and he just licked us and loved us and went so willingly to his new Home in Heaven. I know we did the right thing for him, but it hurts so very much. I have a new doby now, KING Jake, that's right, named after Jake, and he is so much like my Jake that I believe with all my heart that God knew how broken my heart was, and He sent a part of Jake back to me in King. I will always miss you, Jake. You were my heart and soul, my life. So much of me is gone since you left, but I will always love you. Wait for me at The Bridge.