Doc was a 10 yr old daschund who went through a lot. He had disk disease and would take seisures randomly and took medicine every night because of it. But every night when he heard the bread bag rattle or the shaking of his pill bottle, he would bolt across that floor and waited for his bread. Doc hated motorcycles, and when he was on the porch he would ran back and forth after then until the porch ended and he couldnt go any furather. As mean as doc was to others who walked in the house, he was our baby. He knew when something was wrong and would always want to be by your side. From putting up with the other dogs you can tell he was stressed from his face starting to turn gray so fast!! But there would be an ocassional rolling around and picking up of a shoe for when mom or dad came home. He thought it was his present to them! But for when the day came we brought Doc to get his yearly 3 in 1 booster shots, we didnt know we were bringing him to his death. Just 2 days after he wouldnt eat, walk, play, anything. We just thought it was his back acting up again and started him on his steroids to make him feel better. But then next day when he wasnt getting any better we brought him to the vet for some bloodwork and x rays. His blood count was down to 5 and should have been at 30 or higher. We knew he only had a 50 50 chance of living and our vet was leaving the next day. As we took the decision of not leaving him in Avoca with strangers since it was quite a distance from our house, we decided to let him go to God. Me, my Nana( she had bought him for us when he was just a baby) and my boyfriend all stood in the room that was decorated like the rainbow bridge. He lay on the table and didnt even bother with the vet, who he usally tries to snap his face off. As they shaved his leg I held him and kept saying Im sorry I love you. I'm so sorry Doc. When they put the needle in his arm, he was gone not even 10 seconds later from how weak he was. Now Doc is home with us on top of the desk where he would sit... I still cant open the bread bag without breaking into tears. But I know one day when my time comes, he will be waiting for me at the bridge and wont leave me side...