Calvin was my beautiful dog, my constant companion, my loyal buddy. He was almost 15 years old, and fought the good fight. Even when it was hard for him to get up during those last weeks and months, he would struggle to do it, so that he could move to whatever room I was in. He always just wanted to be lying down by my side. I miss him so much. Making the decision to end his suffering was the hardest thing I have ever had to do, because how does anyone ever feel okay about ending the life of something you love so much? I hope that there is a heaven for dogs and that he is running free now, lying on his back in the grass with his face in the sun, and keeping watch over me as he always did in life. I miss Calvin so much and will never stop loving him.