anastasia: aaaawwwwww sounds like you get to go through some special times now with him. That is what is always so scary for me.. Growing up we had a dog named Ginger.. she was a Golden Retriever.. We mated her not realizing she was actually too old to do so.. so her pups all had something wrong with them.. She had a total of 3 pups: one was a still born, one had a cleft palet and the third one had a blue heart?? I wonder if that is the correct term.. anyway.. her heart wasn't too good. We couldn't sell any of the pups due to their medical conditions.. when they were around 1.. my parents had gone away for 2 weeks and left my Older brother and I in charge of the house and dogs.. Amber, the one with the heart problems ended up dying.. and I was the one who found her.. It was sad.. I was 16.. my brother Tom was 18, but was at work.. I remember calling my boyfriend in tears.. he came over and helped take Amber to the vets to bury her.. Ginger, the mother.. Heck.. we ended up having to put her down in the end of the 80's I wanna say 89.. but I am not exactly sure.. she was so full of tumors.