This sucks. I had family dogs as a kid, and seeing how my parents treated them (neglected vet visits, never neutering, chaining and ignoring, DROPPING THEM OFF AT THE VET TO BE PUT TO SLEEP and then telling me about it later) Well, it taught me a lot about dogs and how to treat them. So I got a rescue black lab 8.5 years ago- from in a small trailer, (he is 98 lbs) he was thrilled to come live here on 4 acres and never see a crate or a chain again. He is leash trained, housebroke, and the Best Dog in the World. Taught me how funny and sweet black labs are and how they go to extreme lengths to please their owner. How they melt you with their big brown eyes. How they are always up for fetch. How they * never* grow out of counter surfing, stealing the kids toys, and belly rubs. Now, he's got advanced cancer. I was going to put him down today and faltered, thinking if I got him more pain meds, we could go another week. Well, he's yelped horribly twice tonight, just lying down. He pants all the time. He's moving like he hurts. I backed down this morning because he was trotting and acting like he was fine. Now tonight, he's back to hurting. Crap. Making this call just sucks, and I feel like I will never be happy to do it, and I don;t know if it's right. I feel horrible.