I lost my doggies on Friday. Poor Malina hung on long enough for me to get there - they were recommending we put them down - and she jumped up to greet me. She seemed so OK - the other poor little guy, Sammy, was having seizures and they had him more or less knocked out on Valium. But Malina appeared to still have some fight in her, so I was asking questions about dialysis, etc, but they convinced me it was over. They left me to hold her for a few minutes while I waited for my wife, when she started vomiting up tons of blood. It was such a horrible way for that poor little girl to go. In a panic, I called the vets back in but I'm not sure if they managed to euthanize her before she went on her own. Right until the very, very last seconds she was trying to wag her little tail. Malina was *my* dog, and I loved her very much, and my house feels so sad and so empty without her here. We put Sammy down soon after; he went very quietly. Our other two dogs are pretty anxious and confused - they've all been such companions for years. I've been crying on and off all weekend. I'd never had dogs until about 6 or 7 years ago when we got Moxie, then we got Malina some months later, then they had puppies (Sammy and the other dog, Bruiser, were from their litter of 6), and I just never imagined getting so attached.