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Over the years, I have known a lot of friends who have lost their pets,and it is always sad. But the sadness never lasted long. Within an hour, thoughts about it would be the furthest thing from my mind. But when it's your pet who dies, the sadness is so much stronger. It's losing a family member. Brandy was a member of my immediate family for almost half of my life. Yesterday morning, I received a call from my mom that Brandy had gotten worse. She had an appointment to meet with the vet at 4:30 in the afternoon. They were going to put her down. So I immediately came back home to say goodbye. Fortunately, Crissy was willing to drive me back. I don't know what I would have done without her. I don't think I've ever cried so much in my whole life as I did yesterday. I was able to spend about an hour and a 1/2 with Brandy before taking her to the vet. As soon as I walked into my mom's office, where Brandy had spent the better part of the day laying in one spot, she wagged her tail a little bit. That was the last time I saw her tail wag. She could hardly move. She would lift her head up off the ground occasionally only to make a sad, quiet grunt and fall back down again to the floor. The tumors had spread all over her body. Several on her back and spine, and one pushing up against the back of her left eye, causing it to protrude out of the socket as the other eye seemed to be sunken in a little bit. It was her time to go. She didn't deserve to suffer anymore. Now I miss her a whole lot,and it's hard to accept that she's really gone. But I'm glad I had the chance to say goodbye. Brandy was a great dog.