McTavish, the greyhhound) Was falling, his couldn't put any weight on his left leg and when we brought him down to my vet, the vet said it was bad, probably a cancerous tumor so we let him go to sleep...Classy right to to the end he had his black watch plaid coat on (it is cold here), and while we were waiting to go into the vet, I had the tailgate open and the sun was shining his face, and he rested his head on my Vera Bradley purse...He was like the Ralph Lauren of dogs. If I never thought there was a connection between animals and people (and I do) today would have proved it to me. Shannon (the big fat well maybe just fluffy) cat never seems the the most sensitive of cats...He always just does his own thing, he adopted me), today when he came in, he ate and then did something he has rarly done, jumped onto my bed and my back and laid there until he got up....I think he did that because he knew I was sad....all my cats loved McTavish...They knew he was a gentle giant!