I got a call this morning that my family's labrador retriever had taken a turn for the worse. We knew he was getting older, and that he probably wouldn't make it much longer, but I didn't expect it to happen this soon. Last night, he had a stroke

. They put him down this morning at 1100. He went peacefully, with no more pain. My daddy was with him. We'd had Pepper since I was 10 years old, he would have turned 15 next month. I know that's a love life for a lab, and that he had a wonderful life filled with love.. but this is so hard. I'm sitting here crying so hard that I threw up. Both of my cats are on the couch with me trying to find out what's wrong. I've counselled so many people who had to put their pets down (I used to work at a vet's office) but I haven't gone through this in a long time. I never thought I'd break down like this.
*sigh* Please keep Pepper in your prayers, that he makes it to the doggy version of heaven swiftly and safely.