Yesterday, my family and I had to come to the decision to put my 15 year old doberman dog Bella down. She has been with me for practically my entire life, and I miss her so much. But she was in so much pain, I couldn't stand to see her suffer for any longer. She was going blind and deaf, could not process her food properly, her hind legs moved slower than the front, and we discovered she had a growth on one of her organs. But she was still a puppy at heart. She kept fighting to breathe, she refused to let it be the end, but it had to be. We buried her in the center of the garden last night, with all of her beloved toys that she received over the past few Christmas's. I loved her so much. From the day we met, she treated me like her own child, and guarded me from anything. We were like sisters. I miss her so incredibly much.