I just got back from the vet after putting Husky (my greyhound) down....
I was with him and held his head in my arms as he died.
He was such a good dog, ... God I loved him.
Losing him was almost as bad as losing my dad earlier this year.
When I came home from my hip surgery a few years ago, he never left my side.... he would allow himself to be used as a support when I needed to get up...it seemed he would sense when I needed him.
I'm missing him terribly already.