I got munchkin in 2003 from a neighbour who was going to take him to the shelter. First, it did not seem he and my other dog would get along, but they became buddies. It helped me having Munchkin when my other beloved dog passed. Munchkin was a unique and entertaining dog. He would howl and sing at me and it sounded as if he was saying romo, as in Tony Romo. Munchkin would make all kinds of noises like belching and Browning. I loved to just sit in the house and listen to his loud snoring. At night I would sing the Beatles good night to him, and he would snuggle his head in the sheets to get comfortable. More than a month ago he started getting clumsy tripping over curbs, table legs. There was vomiting, then the weekend of hurricane Harvey I put him on the bed to dry him off and he jumped and landed on his side and yes his head hit also. He seemed OK but a few weeks after he vomited in his sleep. Then on the 14 the of September he Had a seizure. I took him to the vet the following day and she said it could be brain tumor, benign tumor, liver cancer, liver failure, after 2 different blood tests they found nothing substantial but blood in his urine. They wanted to do an ultrasound on his liver and bladder but that was $300 and I said if its brain cancer how will that help? I guess the point to this long story is that I'm angry that I could not help him and he got to where he could not stand up in his crate last Wed morning so I had the vet come to my house Wed and put him down. People say that I was a good dog Dad to do this and I gave him a good life but it does not feel this way. I think about him all the time and play out different scenarios of what I could have done for him. I called him my little gingerbread man because of the funny way his coat smelled. I loved him deeply and am crying right now.