Last year, I had a boxer named Abigal. We found her as a stray and she was dying. We nursed her back to health, or at least I thought my family did. About 6 months after we found her, we found out she had two heart conditions, Boxer Cardio Myopothy and Conjestjive heart faliure. Her first attack, we thought she ate a mushroom, they were springing up every where. She go better, then she had another attack, this one, they diagnosed her with BCM. LAter that same month, on December 28, she had another horrible attack, she was diagnosed with CHF too. For two months, they seemed to disappear, then, in March, I thought she ran away. I looked all over for her. We have a heightened garden at our old house, where we lived with her, and she was hiding there... just like in that Marley movie... she wanted to die alone. We took her streight to the animal hostpital. She stayed there for a while. All of her heart attacks started to get more and more frequent. Just tell your friend, I know what it's like to hold a huge part of the family in your arms as they take their last breaths. I know how it feels, to watch helplessly. I know how it feels to never be able to say goodbye. They thing that made me feel better, was, as we were leaving the hostpital, it started raining... as if, she were saying goodbye to us. Thank you. I love you. I will miss you. Don't be sad. I am okay. I feel so much better. All of those messages warped into a single raindrop. Saying goodbye is the hardest thing to do. I know.(EDIT: She was only 1 and a half years old.