It's certainly been one crappy week. Beth passed away and we buried her yesterday in the yard, which is no easy task as the "soil" here is more like concrete. I posted about our Bull Mastiff Amy having seizures last month and that we might have to put her down. Then she stopped and was better for about a month. Saturday night she had a small one and then Sunday two more and then in the evening she had a massive one. She wouldn't respond to us at all and went out and laid down in the rain. We were going to take her to the vet in the morning and have her PTS as she just wasn't there any more--went to get her and she was just gone, so we didn't have to do that last odious chore that we all hate so much. Doesn't seem hardly possible--I remember her when we first brought her home at 12 weeks and 12 pounds and she seemed to be all head. She grew really fast, was very smart and strong as a plow horse, and you had to keep an eye on her or she was up to no good and was always testing us to see how much she could get away with. I always enjoyed the look on peoples faces when I told them "our Great Dane is our small dog".:rip: