Hi, My pet of 21 years (I've had him since I was 7) is about to be put down. He's really deteriorated over the past month, and my folks have made the executive decsion that Friday morning is "the day". Now this has been building for years. He's always been in great health, and the vet is always happy to see him come back for his shots every year. He's had a clean bill of health for the past 20 years. However, at the beginning of March, things started to go South. He's been blind since he was 8 and deaf since he was 12, but has always been a great, happy and healthy dog. He's a Maltese, but I'll spare you the details. The Reader's Digest version is that he wandered into my Dad's work, and my softee of a Dad quickly made him his own. We've had him ever since. He's been in diapers for the past 10 months, and we've expected the worst since then, but the worst just began recently. The vet thinks he had a stroke, and his organs are slowly failing. It's a sad sight indeed, and though I'm a grown adult that has been out of the house for some time, this saddens me. I realize he's "checked out" some time ago, but I've got pics of him all over my office, and always remember the good times. I realize that no one can really say anything to make me feel "better", the fact that you've read this far makes me feel better already. Don't feel obligated to post "I'm so sorry" or anything along those lines. Just know that I'm having a difficult time with something I've been trying to prepare for, for the last few years. This is hurting all of my family, but they know it's his time. I just hope that he can make the decision for us before Friday morning. Nothing would relieve me more than a phone call from my Mother tomorrow morning, telling me that Benji "didn't wake up this morning". I want him to go on his own terms. I knew it was coming, but it still hurts like crazy. Thanks for listening.