I am so sorry - no matter what, I know how hard it is. Ib had a doberman that was verty special - she was a search and rescuse dog and had saved many lives. She was also a therapy dogm and had done well in the confornation, obedience, and agility ring. She was with me CONSTANTLY, and helped me through spome very rough times. When she was 14, evertyone said it was time to put her down = she had trouble walking and her vision was about gone. Somehow, though, I knew it wasn't time. I KNEW her, and they didn't. She was eating good, and seemed happy just to be with me. One day about 6 months later, I woke up, and she had fallen. Looked into her eyes, and knew it was TIME. Nothing really had changed in her condition that I saw, but her eyes told me. Up until then, she had seemed happy, and didn't seem to be in pain. That afternoon, I took her to the vet for the last time. I never regretted giving her those last few months, and I never regretted piutting her to sleep when I did. I KNEW!!!!!! You will, too. My thoughts are with you.