I recently lost a poodle. Me and him were so close. I thought that when they put him to sleep that i would die of a heart being broken. they had to put him to sleep because he had bilateral hernias and his intestines were turning black and dying. They used a needle and syringe to try to extract infection from his bottom, and then had extracted urine. he couldn't pee or poop. we now have him cremated and he sits at my mum's house with a lock of his hair, a picture of him, and a toy we got at the vet the day he passed on. He never closed his eyes. He looked me in the eyes the whole time he was being injected with the stuff that killed him. *I'm crying just writing this* He was born in December, so this coming Christmas will be very heartbreaking. He was a wonderful dog, so so so smart. (I love you Beanie!) Dec. 2000 - Aug. 2009

Here's a poem that was in an animal book that I picked up the day he died:
Do Not Mourn My Passing
Do not mourn my passing for if you could only see
by slipping all my earthly bonds, I'm young again and free.
By day I run the Heavenly fields, my body healthy and strong
At night I sleep at Angels' Feet, lulled by Celestial Song.
So do not mourn my passing, just close your eyes - you'll see
I'm once again that frisky pup, just as you remember me.
Author Unknown