My husband and I have made the tough decision to help our Rottie, Max, to the bridge this coming weekend. It's tearing my heart out, and I've been flip-flopping on whether I want to be in the room with him (actually more like whether I can take it

) and I kept remembering reading this poem and now that I've read it again, I know that I want to be right there, holding his head as he leaves me. I am dreading it, and crying so hard right now, I can barely see, but he'sthe best dog that ever lived and I don't want him to be alone. I've helped him through the past 11 1/2 years, I think I have to be there one more time for him. Thankfully, I'll have my Sammi to come home to, and she'll ease my heartbreak. I'm sure she'll miss him very much too.