Tonight, I left my son at home and took his dog to be put to sleep. Kirby came into our lives when my son was 5. He followed us home from a bike ride and dug his way into the back yard. He claimed that 5 year old boy as his own. They grew up together. Tonight as I watched my 19 yr old son wrestle with the decision to end his dog’s suffering, I saw my 5 year old little boy again. I held Kirby as he fell asleep and then quit breathing, then I carried him home to his boy.