To say yesterday was the worst day of my life is an understatement. My beloved friend, and companion Drago had to be put down. He was 11 years old and the arthritus made his last month miserable as well as ours. I never thought I would get this attached to a dog, but I was mistaken. I can still remember when my wife and I went to see him for the first time. I didn't want a dog, but she told me don't worry we're just going to look at them. Well she picked him up and he licked her from chin to forehead and that was it. Looking back that is one of the happiest days of my life. I sit here feeling lonely and remourse, but I still remember all the good times I had with our boy. For those of you that have met him, I'm sure you will agreee he was one of the nicest Rotti's you have ever met. I know he's happy now as he will be in no more pain and in my mind he will run a young dog once again.