Yesterday we had to put my beautiful little 10 pound Jack Russell Terrier down. She has been sick since August and we have been trying to figure out what the problem was. Our vet had run out of options, so we had the senior vet take over. We found out yesterday that it was cancer. She was down to 9 pounds by then. We had gotten her from a breeder who was retiring her. She was 6 years old at that time. She was 9 1/2 when we put her down. She had a way of wiggling into everyone's hearts. When I would come home she would give me a "woo woo" instead of a bark, and every morning when I came into the kitchen no matter whatshe was doing including eating, she would turn around and run to me with her tail wagging so hard that her whole back end would be moving. She loved to ride on my scooter and in the car. We have about 3/4 of an acre in our back yard so she spent much of her time chasing and catching varmits like squirrels and chipmunks ....and bunnies. She ate what she caught if we didn't stop her. One time she caught a squirrel and brought it into the house alive. I wasn't home at the time but I came home to quite a mess as the other 2 Jack Russell's we have helped her chase it down once it was inside. Most of the time though she just loved to be petted and carried around in my arms. I will miss her dearly. I am glad we have the others to help with the pain. Life goes on.....