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My dad called this afternoon to tell me that Spike is being put to sleep on Saturday morning. My poor little baby. I don't think I can bear it. He's gotten progressively worse and this week has been really bad with him just suddenly losing control of himself and my parents decided it is best for him not to live like this. Of course, I agree about him not living in agony but it doesn't make it any easier. I can't imagine never seeing Spike again. I'm here with him now and he looks so skinny compared to Tuesday when I saw him last. I seriously feel like my heart is breaking.