I am sorry to report that my son's dog, Daisy, was finally put to sleep last week. My son had tried so hard to keep her going on the enzymes he had ordered and the medication from the vet, but she just got worse. At the end she couldn't make it out of her bed nor hold her head up. He was afraid she was suffering and just could not force her to continue to fight what was most likely a losing battle. He said he talked to her in the waiting room and told her what a good dog she was and how much he loved her. His was the last face she saw. I don't think he could have fought any harder than what he did for her life, but it was not to be. He is still shedding tears, but at least he is not watching her waste away anymore. Rest in peace little daisy...