It's been over 5 years since I had to put down Nikki, my German Shepherd/Chow mix. I raised her ever since she was 3 days old (her momma had to have emergency surgery and was no longer able to feed her pups, and the owner was too poor to feed the babies, so we took in a few and kept Nikki). She was the most wonderful, loyal companion I ever had, in spite of her occasional habit of knocking over the trash can and inspecting all the contents therein. After 14 years and several ailments, including a large, cancerous mass found in her stomach, I made the decision to have her put down. To this day, it's been the toughest decision I ever made, in spite of the absolute necessity of it. I have two wonderful Labradors now and they're a hoot, but it's posts like William's that make me think of Nikki, and I still get teary eyed when I do. I feel his grief, far more than any non-dog owner ever can.

I don't fear guns; I fear voters and politicians that fear guns.