Claus finally let me know it was time to go. 11 1/2 year old Rottweiler that was the sweetest dog in the world. The mast cell tumors all over his skin apparently finally invaded his organs. He couldn't stand, eat, or control his bladder and that all happened in the space of a week. This wasn't a dog I got as a pup. I had his mom (lost her 2 years ago this october to cancer), and I was there when he was born! Mom didn't lactate for the first week, so i had to play mommy and tube feed the pups every couple hours for a week. To say we bonded would be an understatement. By the way, that was finals week. I did not do well. I was hoping he would stick around to me his new lil' buddy (see the Boerboel thread), but it was not to be. It would have been selfish of me to try to keep him going any longer. I was talking to a neighbor and telling her I might have to take him to the vet to be put down, and she said she had heard of a much better way. A friend of hers had a mobile vet come to the house. She got the number for me, and I talked to the vet. Very nice and compassionate lady. Sunday, she and her tech came over and took care of things as I fed Claus little pieces of steak. He really wanted them, but could only chew on then a little and spit them out. When they were done, a couple guys came and picked Claus up for cremation. In a couple weeks I'll get a small wooden box of his ashes, with his name, an inscription, his paw print and a lock of hair sealed in glass on top. I know I did the right thing, but I'm a mess right now. I keep catching myself looking for him in his lounging spots. Here's a pic: Wanna kill these ads? We can help!