We've known this was coming for a while as he was about 16 years old, and cockers are very old at 12. He had been doing fine, though slower, but still had his appetite and zest for life. About 10 days ago we noticed he was breathing a little heavy and I took him to the vet. One xray later and I had the bad news: liver and stomach tumors. He still was doing ok, eating a little less, but otherwise ok. My wife was out of town on business Wednesday. I came home and knew he was worse. I think he had a stroke because he could not walk very far and was mentally confused. I called my wife to let her know that it was time. I then held him and cried. Today, after my wife got back, we called our vet who agreed to come over at 2PM. We spent the day holding, cuddling, giving him little treats and generally loving Charlie until the vet arrived. He really took his time to make us and the dog comfortable before he eased Charlie's pain. I'm not ashamed to admit that I cried like a baby. I wrote this tribute to him: +++ At 2PM today we had to put our beloved Charlie Brown to sleep, here at our house. He was about 16 years old, and was doing very poorly. My wife and I spent the day with him holding him, giving him some treats he loved and just trying to ensure he felt our love. We saved Charlie when he was 5 or 6 years old from the shelter in 2001 a day before he would have been put to sleep there, and he repaid us with nothing but unconditional love and adoration for the rest of his life. He was sweet, kind, never mean and you could take food out of his mouth without fear. In short, the kind of dog you dream of owning. I knew the time was here on Wednesday night and waited until my wife could be home to say goodbye too. My heart is broken and I cried as we held him while the vet finally eased his pain for the last time. He loved me, with all my faults and through all the years, with all his heart. He never waivered in his love, right to the end. I wish I could be as good a man as he was a good dog and friend.