This week has been pretty depressing as my doggy became ill and I had to put her to sleep. She was 15 (105 in human years) and I'd had her since I was eight, so I pretty much grew up with her. I just can't imagine her no longer being there. Our pets become such a big part of the family that when they're gone it's like losing a family member and it is just so sad. Although she was older than me I still saw her like my little baby.