This story brought up some bad recent memories. I just had to put my dog down, she was a lab and had the same problem as the dog in the story. She had tumors all over her body and had trouble getting on the couch. She was our family's first dog, we had here for nine years (she would have been ten this year), we got here as soon as the breeder let us. So she was about a couple months old when we first brought her home. I remember the day when i got home from school and this little puppy was just at my house. I instantly fell in love with her even though she was scared the first couple of days but i knew we would become best friends. When the last couple of months of her life we knew something was different, she had a limp and didn't really feel like doing anything. When the guy had to put his dog down it was the right thing to do. You realize that they would be better off in peace then to have to live a life like that. I was devastated when we put her down, it was honestly the worst feeling ever. I don't think i ever cried or was that upset when my grand parents passed away or even my uncle that passed away. But when my dog died i cried all night, every time i would go up stairs and not see her sitting on her couch, it just got to me.