What do you do when you, the dog doctor, watch cancer, the cancer you tried so hard to stop or at least slow down, begin to tear down your best friend? I'll tell you, you go through every stage of grief in the most excruciating way possible. Watching my best friend, my light in the darkness, my rock, the one who helped me survive the hardest moments of veterinary school decline, I knew the decision that had to be made, I knew what was the best for her - that was to protect her from passing away in pain. If I couldn't cure the cancer, then I could at least help her pass in dignity and in the arms of someone who desperately loved her. It was never a decision I wanted to make and I was never ready to make it but I knew I had to. Your service was so smooth and gentle for my previous pet that I reached out to your service for help and I wasn't disappointed. Your team member helped me do what I dreaded, but was ultimately the right thing and the kindest thing I could do for my best friend and for that I am more grateful than words can express. Her passing cut me to the deepest part of my soul but it was done under the most ideal conditions and I could not have imagined a more peaceful passing. From the bottom of my heart, I thank you for helping me give the most important thing in my life the best possible passing.