One of my dogs just passed away. Took him to get cremated at the vet yesterday. I'm so depressed. His brother, Peanut, is going nuts looking for him. He's been sick ever since he was a puppy. He's been getting seizures for as long as I can remember. He's been to the vet countless times. The good news is that he's lived til almost 10 years old and we've spoiled the hell out of him. I woke up yesterday and saw him laying down. I thought he was sleeping, but he wouldn't respond. I just sat there next to him and his brother wouldn't leave his side. So depressing. My wife and daughter cried their eyes out and I had a hard time trying not to cry. This was him a few years back with his stuffed teddy bear toy he's had since he was a pup. RIP Jingle.