My beagle, Fred, passed away this evening. He had a good day. He had his two walks and got to come inside during the baseball game. But then he went into seizures during about the 6th inning. Rushed him to the urgent care vet near our house. They made him comfortable--but he was getting worse. The vet said he was dying so we went ahead and euthanized him so he wouldn't suffer. He went peacefully--we were with him when he died--but I am beside myself. I'm 47 and we adopted Fred from a local shelter when I was 29. He was my best guy.