We had to put my BC Chance down. He was only about three years old, and I only had him for 7 months. I found him at an animal shelter... and without my hubby's permission I got him, and took him home! I couldnt leave him, he was going to be PTS the next day. Turned out we were both in love with this dog. He was so smart, so sweet, and always had us laughing. He would run around the house chasing Ruckus, and ran into a wall one time. He even ate a whole cell phone except for the battery. He loved balls... From about day 3 of getting him out of the shelter I knew something wasnt right. He would shoot food and water out of his nose. And even aspirate. His nose leaked horrible smelling puss all the time. and even bleed. He would have a few nose bleeds a week. We took him to the vet and after two surgeries to close a large hole deep in his mouth we thought he would be fine. During the last surgery they noticed that he had tumors all in his sinus cavities. No matter what anti biotics we put him on he would not get better at all. Three vets later still no answer. No one knew what was wrong, and there was no end in sight. Then one morning, like magic he was better!!! We were thrilled and thought we would have him around for years and years to come. I have no idea what he miraculously got better. A couple of weeks after that, he suddenly got worse overnight. Worse than I have ever seen him! He struggled to breath, and puss was draining out of his nose. he would breath it in, and make bubbles breathing it back out. He smelled rotten... and was not acting like himself. I took him to the vets to be PTS. I couldnt be back there with him when he was PTS. I know I would upset him worse because I was crying so much. So I told him goodbye, and that i loved him. He looked into my eyes wagging his tail. and then he went into the back..... I know he was okay back there. He was not scared of vets, and loved everyone he has ever met. He was the sort of dog that would go in a car with a stranger. Since we NEVER found out any clue what so ever to what was wrong with him, I just cannot feel closure. RIP Chance. I am so glad I rescued you and gave you 7 extra months to live. You lived those 7 months to the fullest... play in creeks, endless fetch... going to the dog park.