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.