Graciedog died today. The vet thinks she had a stroke or a heart attack. She went from wiggling with happiness that we'd walked in the door to falling over and stopping breathing. I haven't cried this much since my Grams died last year. My boys have never had a pet die before, except fish and a couple gerbils (not the same AT ALL), and they're losing it. She just fit with us so well...she was my buddy. The ground is so frozen, I can't even bury her properly. I had to leave her with the vet. She wasn't just a dog. She was part of our family. A part we all miss greatly. God better be damned happy to have my Noodle there. N.