My dog became really sick three days ago. He was vomiting and having diarrhea. He became so weak that we rushed him into an emergency vet. Turned out he had pancreatitis. He was kept overnight and sent home the next day with medicine as the doctor believed he could recover. But the medicine did not seem to be working one bit, no matter what we did. He lost his appetite so we were having to give him fluids and nutrition via a hollow syringe in his mouth. Took some relatives to the airport early this morning, come home, and he had evacuated his bowels. And as I was standing there, trying to assess everything, he just collapsed. I took him, held him, and called my sister, who is a vet. She rushed over and did everything she could. But he died in my arms. 15 years. He had been with me for 15 years. Raised him since he was a puppy. It hurts, it really hurts. I picked a spot, dug his grave, and have laid him to rest. He's at peace and no longer in pain. I will miss you so much. A hard start for the day.