Exactly! I was so lost after I had to put down my last one, I honestly couldn't stand the pain, and I was going to take my own life... A co-worker suggested I get another one to ease the pain, so I did, and I'm glad because she is a "distraction" sort of from the loss. It still breaks my heart. I never knew I could care for something so much that loosing it almost destroyed me. I held him tight in my arms while the vet gave him the lethal injection, and I had an out of body experience. I felt almost like I was at the peak of a roller coaster, and the chain was about to let go of the train... It was the point of no return, and it scared the hell out of me. I sobbed like a baby for weeks. I still have problems with it, thinking how I could have had my best friend killed just to ease his pain. I hate playing God. I love them dogs, their fun, intelligent, loyal, and most importantly very loving.