On Saturday I had to euthanize my dog, a papillon, named Gypsy. She was almost 14 years. She was peacefully sleeping when she died. I felt horrible. As I write this I cry. When I returned home this morning I called for her. When I wake up in the morning I look for her at her favorite place on the bed. I can't stop thinking about her. She was the sweetest dog I have ever had and the most attached I have ever been to a dog. She watched me all the time, following me from room to room. When I sew she crawls in under the sewing machine table. When I return home she rushes to the door to say hello. At night I would say, "It's time to go to.." and she would race to the bed before I could say the word "bed". She had an enlarged heart and cancer. She wasn't in pain and still seemed to enjoy life. I had been out on Saturday morning and when I got home she was just standing there breathing heavily. She would lay down then get up again. She couldn't seem to breathe when she laid down. I took her to the on-call vet and he tried to extract the fluid outside her right lung to relieve her breathing but couldn't get much out. He said there wasn't any choice anymore if I didn't want her to struggle and suffer. I miss her so much and I can't stop crying.