My first dog that I had I got in 1998 from the human society. He was a half german shepherd and half border collie and he was by far the smartest dog I have ever been around. We had a tradition for Packers games that he would get a beer before the game (yep I know that is supposed to be bad for dogs but he LOVED it)
One morning before work in 2013 I found him at the bottom of my stairs and he couldn't move. The day before I had played my last game of Frisbee catch with him and the next day he had what the vet thought was a stroke or cancer that had paralyzed him suddenly. So in a few short hours I went from one more game of fetch to putting him down. The saddest thing of it all was my other dog as we are leaving the house sniffing him like he was saying goodbye and was crying when we left the house.
Dang I hate this thread