The day was like no other (yesterday) .. normal for here. The station had 2 back to back calls …. What I didn’t know is when I got home I would walk in on my own emergency …. Knowing nothing I could do but hold him in my arms … Jawbreaker just turned 6 in July. He had what is hypoplastic trachea. His was EXTREMELY small. He and I fought for months and months when he was a baby .. both vets had no hope for him. And many times didn’t think he would make it through the week. Most weeks we spent 2-5 days running back and forth because he was so bad. Throwing up blood from coughing .. not eating ect … it was rough but he was a fighter and never once gave up so neither did I. I remember calling his breeder many times from the vet crying .. not knowing what to do. I always took him home. He finally got to a stage of stable for him. All his life he was happy. Every morning and every night I always told him good morning and good night as he would be in his bed with his head propped up so he could breathe easier. Last winter he went through a rough patch and we almost lost him then .. several times he just stopped breathing and fell over. The first time I thought for sure he was gone. We made it through that … he had a few rough days this summer and loved to be outside .. I had to watch him closely. He would sneak out. He had a good few weeks here recently… I had just told my husband the night before Jawbreaker was on borrowed time. I was always told most never live as long as he has with as sever as his condition was. He was so sweet .. I was not ready for this at all …. I held him till his last breath.. then I just laid on the floor holding his lifeless body for a long time .. crying my heart out. I think this hurt almost as bad as losing My Dude. There is a quietness in the house this morning. A part of my routine .. telling him good morning and petting him as he wagged his nub. I think I loved him more then I even knew. I don’t know where to go from he