This Christmas sucked. My little pug, Spike, last night was outside and collapsed on the snow. He became unresponsive, and couldn't stand and wouldn't eat the dog treats Santa Claws brought for him. This morning I took him to the Vet, and we agreed he was just old. He had little blood pressure, and his lungs sounded just awful. Add to that that Spike was blind and deaf. Well you get the picture. We had to put him down, and let me tell you, it sucks. This year I had to put down a cat, my yorkie and now my little buddy. I still have Sammy cat. And now I read Ms. Eartha Kitt passed away- my singing partner! (I will post later on Ms. Kitt). Anyway, Rest in Peace little Spike.