I recently had a book published about a dog that had a profound effect on my life. Woody was exceptional in his intellect and vocabulary, commented upon by many. He was my "Main Man" for 15 1/2 years. When I finally had to make the decision, he was deaf, nearly blind, consistently incontinent, stopped eating, I couldn't even discuss it for 2 months without breaking down. I would go to the park and just walk around or sit and cry. People must have thought I was some kind of pedophile or something. It was just a happy place for me. "Woody's World: The Diary of a Dog" is on Amazon. This is not an ad. I tried to articulate the feelings you have for your "boy". It feels good to be able to speak to people who understand how devastating it is lose your "Main Man".