I remember when we put our precious Buddy down. He was a beautiful Shelty and had been with our girls since they were little. He developed tumors, eventually couldn't eat or go down our back stairs to use the years. We took his to the vet to be euthanized. My youngest daughter made a wonderful little bed for him to be in while we were driving to the vet. she wanted him to have all the luxuries he could. He was her favorite and she his. When we got there she gingerly took the box out of the car. This old dog hadn't moved in about 2 days but he jumped out of that box, walked himself into that room and looked at us and it was like he was saying he wanted the last say. but he was ready. It was his last gift to us that he was going to go with dignity