Well nothing terribly heroic, but when my yellow lab, Beener (now at the rainbow bridge) got ill I took him on one last trip to his favorite spot...a 200 acre heavily wooded park with a large, deep rapid stream seperating the picnic/vollyball area from the wooded trail area. We walked down the trails, Beener was slow and weak and I could tell he wanted to enjoy it like he was a young dog again but he just was not able to. He would try to run and then stop and look at me with pain and confusion in his eyes. His last attempt at being young again was when he jumped off a 1 foot cliff into the rapid stream for a little swim...but he was weak, more weak then he thought he was, and he could not get out of the water, and the water was rapid so he had a hard time standing up. I saw the panic and the humilation on his face. He truly looked at me and asked me to help him. I have never seen a question so clear in a dogs eyes. I jumped in (with shoes of course) and lifted his frail body out of the water. It was then that I decided Beener had little quality of life left. A few days later I gave the vet just a little extra money to come to my house to put Beener to sleep. So I rescued Beener out of the water, but then I paid for his death...ironic. But I knew Beener did not want to be caried away helplessly in that current that beautiful October day, it was just not the way that noble dog wanted to die so I feel good about rescuing him.