We got Bubba when he was 8 weeks old. He has always hated his crate, and would cry and cry when you put him in it. He stil dislikes the crate, but will go reluctantly into it when I make him. I used to have L come to the house those first few weeks to sit with him after she got out of school. She held him in her lap and he loves her like no one's business... So, you know, Bubba has seen some pretty rough times this year with his sinus problems. The last week or so he is slowing down on eating quite a bit. The specialist told us in the spring that he may have something growing in his sinus that may become large at some point, being very painful and will stop him from eating. There's a spot about the size of a ping pong ball that is under his left eye lately. So, we have been worried. Today I decided to do some stuff in the garage, where his crate is. He followed me down there, and crawled into his crate. He had not had breakfast or gone potty, and it was about 11:00 AM. He wouldn't come out. So I left him there with his door and the house door open and came in. Made some toast and ate, he still wouldn't come in. Brought him a bite of hot dog, he wouldn't touch it, and wouldn't get out of the crate. So, I waited a few minutes, then went upstairs and rang the doorbell. He barked, but stayed in the crate. So, I sat down there with him for about half an hour. I opened the door to outside, to no avail. I petted him and he just sat with his eyes closed, licking his chops in a real weak way. I was convinced he was going to die right there in that crate today, and that's not at all what I had pictured or was ready for. I got myself up to a good cry. husband was in a meeting and couldn't answer the phone. I couldn't figure out how I would get him into the house, let alone to see a vet, and I wasn't going to sit down there with him all day to wait and see. So, I called L. She came right over - it seemed like forever - and guess who came out of his crate! He did a lot of snorfelling and coughing, but he was on her like ants on sugar. He wouldn't come into the house until she came into the house. She was able to give him a Novoxx in a hot dog. That's a pain/inflamatory drug. She's convinced I was overreacting. I'm thinking maybe Bubba was overacting. But I'm also certain he is not well. L left after about a half an hour, and he is laying asleep on the carpet where he was when she was here. He seems better, but I don't know what to think. I had made a vet appointment before L showed up, because I was thinking maybe he needed some paliative care. But, we can't afford any more tests and procedures, and now I don't think I can take him. But I blubbered on the phone to the receptionist, and I feel stupid. Boy oh boy, he's still in love with L, though. His favorite person in the whole world.