I've had dogs my entire life, and those who do not know the joy of owning a dog are missing out on one of the true pleasures of life. Most of the dogs that I have owned, and lost over the decades have been wonderful companions, with only a very few that I did not get attached to. But yesterday I got some bad news from the vet. My little Ruby, 11 years old but of a breed that normally lives to 17 or 18 years, has a seriously failing heart. The vet thinks that there might be a large tumor in one of the heart's chambers making that chamber work much harder than the rest of the heart and causing her to have breathing challenges as well. He said that if she were a human she would be moved up high on the heart transplant list with such a condition, and that she might last awhile or could pass at any moment. Most of my life I have had larger dogs, and Ruby is one of the very few exceptions but I have never bonded with an animal as I have with this gentle and loving friend. I also have a large, younger dog, and I know that when Ruby passes it will not only be hard for myself and my wife, but will be hard on her best buddy Ralph who has known her all of his five years. I'm 82, and doubt that I will ever get another dog as I don't want to obligate my kids or grandkids to take care of a dog who might well outlive me. For now I will just try to make life as good as I can for Ruby and will just hope for the best.