So, this morning at like midnight we took my dog to the vet because she was having trouble breathing. And she had a tumor like thing on her side.

The vet said that the tumor didn't have anything to do with her not being able to breathe very well so,

my mom decided to have her put down...

The really ty thing is that I had her from the time I was like three. I'm almost 18, that's a good 15 or so years of my life with her.

Daisy was technically my brothers dog anyway but, I was getting a coke out of the fridge like 5 minutes ago and he comes in saying he can't play basketball anymore.

I asked him why and he said, "it's because I used to play it with Daisy all the time." Then he said when he dies he wants to be buried with her ashes. He was kind of crying.

I have never seen my brother cry.

I just don't know what to do at this point...