I lost my best friend on January 27th 1998 and the wound is still as fresh two years later. Does it ever go away? I am thinking about getting another furbaby and I am so scared I will compare it to my becky boo. Becky came to me on August 16th 1994, my hubby being the big softy he is rescued her from death in an animal adoption place. I was 6 months pregnant with my son and very emotional. He knew I didn't want another furbaby until after the human baby came, he just couldn't see her put to sleep. Becky and I became inseparable in just a few short weeks and by the time Tyler was born in November I almost couldn't leave her to go to the hospital. I cried almost all night thinking she was all alone. We did everything together and in october of 95 she became pregnant by my own mistake(let her out without a leash and she was in heat) I went through what every "grandma" goes through and on December 1st 1995 my grandpuppies burst into the world. We had five but sadly the littlest one didn't live long. Becky was so spoiled I had to force her to nurse her puppies and teach her how to be a dog mom. needless to say she was spayed as soon as the puppies were weaned! I know all you out there who has or had a furchild know how I felt. then my husband and I decided to separate and we were on our way to pay off some bills we had together, I stopped and said to myself I should put becky in the house, but decided we wouldn't be long and she would be ok. Was I wrong. We were at the local store when my mother in law came driving up saying by baby was hit by a truck. We raced home and when I got out of the car it was like looking at one of my kids laying there bleeding. We rushed her to the vet, but they said she would never be whole again and I couln't put her through more pain, so I made the decision every dogmom dreads. I put her to sleep, I held her the whole time until she drew her last breath and went to the rainbow bridge to wait for me. thank you for letting me share my story and feelings. Michelle Koths