As I am trying to come terms with this loss and to accept it so I can move on, I also keep thinking about how I was in denial hearing the vet. I kept mentioning DCM and then she showed me the x-ray. Then I asked about chemo or experimental drugs, I was desperate. Part of the horrible shock of all this is that I never thought about cancer, I didn't know what questions to ask. I always thought it would be his heart. Then there is the awful process of putting a dog to sleep and signing paperwork beforehand. I never thought about those things either. I remember how the vet presented the syringes to me. The big one was the one that would stop his heart. The same heart that I would try to protect through his diet, the heart that my hb would keep strong with daily exercise, the heart that a cardiologist examined, the heart that a holter test measured, that same heart that I had seen pumping on an ultrasound screen, the heart that was so strong you could feel it beating. The heart that loved us, I would now be authorizing someone to make it stop. I put my hand on his heart as the final syringe was emptied, and felt his heartbeat fade away. As a final check, the vet checked for a heartbeat. Imagine, all that focus and energy poured into his heart, but his heart was strong till the end. Blindsided doesn't begin to describe this awful irony. Then I keep thinking, maybe it would have been better if he had dcm. At least it would not have been a surprise and might have bought us more time. I know it wouldn't change the outcome, but the extra time would have been priceless.