A few weeks ago I got a frantic phone call from my wife, Asta our Scottie was very ill. I ran out of work and booked the next plane home to San Francisco. When I got home I went directly to the hospital where she took him. He somehow drank something which damaged his kidneys. I managed to crawl in the stainless steel cage with him avoiding the tubes and left my coat with him so he had a pillow for his head. The next 5 days were hell, we had them try everything possible; none of which worked. Finally the doctor told us there was virtually no chance for recovery and we were just keeping him alive heavily medicated. He went comfortably in my arms and I think my soul went with him because I have turned into a total wreck. My wife mentioned to me last night that in the 14 years of being together she had never seen a tear in my eye; now I can’t go a day without cracking up 3 or 4 times. I have had dogs before but none became my best friend like he did. He would sit on my lap and watch cartoons. He loved to watch Lady and the Tramp. He would wait for the scene where the rat comes in the bedroom ...his ears would perk up and he would growl the whole time the rat was on. He would also bark at Tom & Jerry which is pretty weird since they don't really look like a cat or a mouse. He was great fun and I miss him dearly. I am not sure what he drank but I know things like anti freeze etc taste good to most animals, why can't they make it taste bad? It can't be that difficult to put a bad smell or something that would make animals stay away from it.