My beautiful George the morning he was put to sleep. It was strange how he constantly looked at the camera for all my pictures. He rarely did that. He hated the flash. It was the most horrible thing I've ever had to do. I have been strugling with it since. I kept telling him over and over again that I love him, to wait for Grandpa- he'll be with you soon and that I will never ever forget him. I thanked him for being a part of my life. He was so scared his jaw was shaking, I hugged him and told him I was scared too. Then, after much anguish, the vet came in and gave him the overdose of anesthesia. George was sitting and his body started sliding down and he turned and looked up at me like a question "Momma?"... he just realized something was happening and the fear in his eyes has stayed with me. His small body lay limp in my arms... a stillness over him that I could never imagine- but I knew his pain was gone... that he was gone. It was difficult to leave his body just laying there... I turned him on his side, looked into his eyes one more and said I love you George, I'm sorry. I have been so torn over this. When I get off my bed I still look to make sure I don't step on him. When I eat I find myself picking chunks of my food for him to eat, as I shared almost every meal with him. My mom's dog and my Aunt's dog keep coming into my room looking for him. They will not eat from a plate that's in George's 'spot.' I miss him cuddling next to me in the morning while I put on my face. I miss his ecstatic welcome home everytime I walk through the front door, I miss his bark at the door bell, the tremor in his leg when he knew it was bath time and the throwing of his ball at me when he wanted my attention. These are his last pictures. These are his favorite toys... here is the joy of my heart, now turned into a dream.