Ever since I was a little boy I always wanted to have a dog, my wish finally materialized when I was 12 after nagging my parents enough... Got a Basset Hound since my mother liked them so much, his name was Fred like the French Basset Hound Cartoon, only had that dog for 9 months before he died, we still don't know what he had... we decided that we couldn't leave things like that, so we got a brown Boxer called Ringo, only had that dog for 4 months, he had a huge spinal infection, so we had to put him down... by this time I didn't want any other dog, it was just too much pain to deal with, my father was the one that said we couldn't leave things like this, so we got another dog, a boxer from the same pack as the first one, but since there were only two left my father couldn't separate them, so we got both of them, Rambo and Rommel... after 5 months Rommel had severe hip displasia and we had to put him down. The only one that survived was Rambo, he lived with us until he was 9 years old, he got Brain cancer, we had to put him down. The years I spent with him were some of the best years in my life, that dog helped me through so much, he was always there for me... I miss him quite a lot.

There is one thing that I learned with all of this: NEVER EVER get a pedigree dog from a specific breed, they are full of diseases and are more prone to have cancer,etc... always get no breed dog, those little guys resist almost everything! My cousins got one, they never had a problem with him and they probably won't ever have a problem with him, those little no breed little guys are able to resist everything! And the smaller they are the longer their life-span is.

Sorry for your loss :(