After deep thought, I had my best friend, an 11 year old West Highland Terrier put to sleep yesterday. Memorial Day. He was diabetic for some years. Receiving insulin twice a day, and eating bland special food for diabetic dogs. Starting a little over 3 weeks ago, he was experiencing a drop in sugar and rushed him to the vet. The blood work showed problems with the Pancreas. After pushing sugar down him, probably Karo he looked fine. The days went on, his appetite went way down, just wanted to lay down. Not interested in his treat or a piece of steak. I knew this was it. I watch TV in the family room in a recliner, he is always laying in the next recliner. It was 10 pm, I picked him and said "lets go buddy, outside and then to bed. He looked confused, took a couple of steps outside and fell down. I gave him the Karo, he regained and carried him up to bed. Next morning he went straight to my office and laid in his hammock. I didn't want him to suffer anymore. I called the Vet and he said to bring him in. On a holiday even. The procedure was calm. He treated my best friend with dignity. Giving me all the time I needed and he stayed. I do not wish to explain my reactions and feelings. I am having him cremated. I made sure he will be alone and looked at the vet in the eye explaining to him how I will feel if I find out otherwise. I never lost anyone who I truly loved. Until yesterday.