smoky died after having lymphoma. he got very sick. my mom had already called the vet and the vet said the result would be here soon. I wake up 2or3days later and I'm happy and I walk into my moms room to tell her good morning....and there is a tear running down her face. ( many days I would sit next to smoky and pray that he would not be sick) I start crying and I ask if he is sick. that was the worst day of my life. about a week or2 later we went to the vet and we put him down. now we have a new puppy her name is Ziva. our other dogs name is Dakota. just because he is not here doesn't mean he is not family!