Our Golden Retriever "Honey" became very ill yesterday. We took her to the vet this morning after we found her in very bad shape on the floor. The vet did a medical work-up and called shortly before 5:30 this afternoon. The diagnosis was Mast Cell cancer, and it had spread to her lungs and other organs. Her body had completely failed her. She was in terrible pain, and three different vets felt that she would die within the next couple of days. We wanted to spare her the process of dying in such pain. We did not want her to suffer, so after quite a few tears, we did for her what we can not legally do for ourselves. We said good-bye for about 20 minutes, stayed with her and stroked her head and spoke with her. Nikki held her muzzle in her hand and petted her. And then she was gone. We are, of course, both devestated. But, we feel it was the right thing to do. Not easy. Right.