Thank you so much everyone. I really appreciate the replies, pms and gorgeous pics and signatures.

I know I didn't talk about Smokey as much, and now I'm feeling awful about that. I loved that little guy so much though. He was a part of my life. My parents brought him home when I was 2 years old. I don't remember a day without him. We didnt always get along, I have battle wounds to prove it...he had his grumpy moments, but we still had some great times together. He went on all of our camping trips. Never a foofoo dog, he was always the first to jump into a lake after a fish and he always prefered to lay right in the dirt.

He was my mom's absolute shadow. He didn't want to be more than a few feet from her. Even the past few months when he was pretty much blind and deaf, and had a hard time walking...he always wanted to be near her. I admire my mother for her patience. I don't think there's many people who would change a diaper on a dog and clean up other messes each day without getting upset. She knew it wasn't his fault.

She's asked me every day if she did the right thing. She asked me if I thought Smokey hated her. I know in my heart Smokey would NEVER hate her. I think Smokey is happier now. His quality of life was not there. Now he's painfree...running, barking, and rolling in the mud. I hope there's a tummy-rub service at the Rainbow Bridge, he loved that.