My dog dug himself a hole last night and wouldn't come out, had my sons come over to pull him out, I had pulled him out three times, but he just got back in, the old boy wouldn't eat or drink, I took him to the vet and he recommended putting him down, he lost the use of his rear legs over night. We put him down tonight and he died in my arms peacefully, he'd been my friend for over twelve years. I had picked him out of the pound he was born in, he was a black lab/Shepard mix and he was my hunting companion, and my grandson really loves him, so we said goodbye to a great friend today, and I probably won't replace him because I don't think I can and I don't want to have to go through this again, sorry to lay a bum trip on ya but I needed to get it out. Rest in peace bingo.