Today we said good bye to our 11 yr old GSD Bullet. My wife and I got him as a puppy one year before we got married. He was a wonderful dog. We found out last week that he was suffering from liver problems (possibly cancer or complete liver failure). He had terrible hip problems that added to his ailments. He appeared unhappy for the last several months and this week he let me know that he was suffering and that he wished to depart. He went peacefully thanks to our Vet, with his mama and papa laying at his side to hold him and to whisper our love to his ears. He was in his own yard where he was laid to rest. The pain is incredible, I have spent the afternoon at his grave wishing I could get him back. I've spent the evening looking at his pictures from the past and current. We are in shock, so many years and so much love gone in an instant. We know it is the price we pay for their years of love and devotion. But the pain is killing me. I find my self looking for him in his favorite spots, and I keep listening for his bark when I come into the house. When I look at the old pictures, I can remember the exact day when they were taken, and how much fun we had. I'm sorry to ramble, but I'm not myself.