Back in Oct when my TazMan told me in his own way that it was time for him to go, I called my vet. She knew the history, of course, of his insulinoma, and, Thank the powers that be, she knows me well enough. After work that day, I stopped by her practice to pick the dose of phenobarbital she had set aside for me. After I got home, Taz and I spent the entire evening together, cuddling and remembering everything about his short 8 yrs. I crushed the phenos up with some peanut butter and a swig of Karo. He was in my lap watching me. He ate it all. He knew what it was. The dosage the Dr had given me was for a 30lb dog. Poor Taz was only 3lb. When he was done with the peanut butter he curled up on my chest, and I talked to him til he fell asleep. By noon the next day he was still sleeping. I wanted so badly for him to cross easy, and at home, but his heart was so strong. I took him in to see Dr, his blood pressure was so low she couldn't find a vein so she had to give the shot subQ. I ttok him outside-it was a beautiful warm Oct day, and I held him and rocked him and let him go. It was the hardest thing I have ever had to do. This is the first I have spoken about it and it rips my heart open. I am glad we had the pheno, he had some time with me that was pain free. I only wish it had been more, so we wouldnt have had to go in. [Posted in FML issue 3306]