Peaches, my blue heeler, started acting a little funny a few days ago and this morning she seemed to have trouble getting down the stairs when we got up. She laid around all day and tonight when I came up to bed, she stayed downstairs. I was reading and decided to go down to get some ice and check on her and I found her dead at the top of the stairs. I guess she'd tried to get up to me but she didn't quite make it. I know she's "only" a dog, but I've had her for a long time and she is almost like one of my kids. I'm waiting for difficult child#2 to get off work so he can at least move her off the stairs. She weighs about 70 pounds and with my sprained ankle, I don't think I can carry her down. I guess we'll have to add to the pet burial ground at the north side of our property tomorrow. She was a good and faithful dog and I know that if dogs go to heaven, she'll be there.