This is not the way I wanted my thursday to go.I was taking my dog Shelby back to the vet. She had an operation last weekto remove a mass and I was taking her back because she was not herself andwould not eat or drink. As you could imagine, she was pretty weak. As we were getting in to my truck, I was holding her in my arms, I got behind the wheel while still holding her. She looked up and around at me then she letout a last breath and passed in my arms. My wife seems to think she held on for me to come home so she could see meagain before she went to sleep. Not a good day.