So after I went and picked up my son from school. We headed home... I have 3 dogs that I rescued at home. One of them has cushins (think its how its spelled)... For a while she wasn't doing well and I just couldn't take her away from my boyfriend. He wasn't ready to put her down. Yesterday was the day I couldn't look at her anymore. She had been giving me the look. I called him and told him to get his butt home and we are taking her to the vet. She was a role model for being a pitbull. She was about 12 or 13. Dunno..... It was easier to let her go knowing she lived a full life. That she was a rescue. I'm happy she is no longer suffering. Sad she is gone.