So when I first posted here I talked a little about my mini Aussie copper. "Copper is the oldest and mine. I've had him since middle school and I've never done anything worthy of the devotion he has for me." Well uhm this morning my sister called and she sounded kind of funny. She told me that she had had a hard time waking him up this morning and that he wasn't in any pain but just seemed really lethargic. She sounded pretty scared. Coppers 13 or 14 we got him so long ago I can barely remember, I think I was in elementary school at the time. I thought I was prepared for this you know being all rational and saying he had a good life and hes an older dog. Well obviously I was full of s*** and lying to myself cause I am not handling this well. I was supposed to call tonight and see how he was doing but I can't do it. I'm crying and being stupid and selfish but I just cannot call home to see how my dog is doing. I've never lost a dog before and if it happens I don't know how to handle this. what do you do?