How I miss playing with Egghead in the sunshine, in the back yard. Egghead was my schnauzer, the most adorable little doggie. We had to bring him to a veterinarian one bright and sunny day to be euthanatized. It was one of the saddest days of my life. I just could not stop crying the whole way home. Poor little Egghead had lost most of his fur. My brother first noticed it when he came home from school and was playing with him. We used to take turns tossing his favorite little rubber bone, and he would run happily to retrieve it and bound back to us. He could do it all evening if we let him. That night Joe mentioned that Egghead was getting bald in patches. Oh, no, I thought, here we go. My little sweetie. Within a couple of months, after consulting with a veterinarian who told us there was hardly anything we could do, we all made the decision, Joe, Dad, Mom, and me, over dinner. We would have to take Egghead in to be killed. It was too bad there was nothing this vet could do about pet hair loss. Nowadays they have some kind of pills, but Egghead would probably have been too old to take them and would have gotten sick anyway. He was nine when we brought him to Dr. Kindheart on that fateful day.