Tomorrow I have to have my dog put to sleep. She was diagnosed with cancer in October and has deteriorated to the point that she peed in our bed twice this weekend and can no longer go up and down the stairs. Her poor little leg is huge and being a basset hound, it is putting tremendous pressure on her other front leg. She's only 6 years old and she is my husband's dog, and he is having a really hard time with this. I love her, and I feel guilty that in the past few years she has gotten way less attention because of the kids. I don't know what to say to my three year old. She will notice that Winger is gone, but she doesn't understand death yet. It's just an all around crappy situation. I will never not have a dog, but this end of life stuff is so awful.