He was such a tiny thing when I brought him home.  A little black ball of fur.  He grew up to be such a wonderful dog.  He slept by my side of the bed every night.  It was tough last night going to sleep and he was not there.  I woke up this morning looking for him to see how he was doing.  He had been sick since last Wednesday, so every morning he was the first thing I checked on.  Then I came home from work last night and he was really bloated.  I took him to an emergency clinic and the X-Rays showed that he was bleeding internally.  I love him so much and wish I did not have to lose him, but he was uncomfortable and there really was nothing that they could do for him.  I could not make him stay for my husband and I.  He is much better at "The Bridge" with his brothers who I know are showing him the ropes.  He is healthy and young again, but I am sure he is just as sad as we are.  I love you, Midnight.