Scott, I have a huge lump in my throat man. I had the exact same kind of morning 2 years ago with my Golden Retriever Rusty. He had cancer. He was 13. I held him as the vet put him down as well. It was, and still is, the worst day of my life! I swore I'd never own another dog. I couldn't handle taking something I love to the vet again to end it's suffering. Well, 6 months passed, alot of grieving and friends "toasting" to Rusty at get togethers at my home. I came home one day and told my wife "I don't WANT a dog, I NEED a dog!" We got a new Boston Terrier puppy that day. Best thing I could have done. We still talk about and miss Rusty something awful, but Ruckus is a joy. You'll never, ever, really get over Coal Scott, ever. But eventually you'll NEED a dog like I did! George