About a year ago I joined a group on EP, something along the lines of being afraid for my pet. Well, my fears have come true. It was sometime in December of last year that we had to put him down. I still can't quite grasp the fact that my dog is not around anymore... it just feels strange and unrealistic. I didn't go to the pet clinic because I knew I wouldn't be able to take the pain. Nonetheless, it was still painful beyond any word descriptions. My mother and grandfather left with the dog and came back with just his collar... A week later we received his ashes, carefully wrapped in a cloth and stored in a carved wooden box.