Blanca had been really slowing down lately. It turned out to be cancer. Thankfully old dog was never in any pain, but she was losing blood internally and had become very weak. I am a bit concerned as to how to tell my seven year old grandson. I even stalled the inevitable because I knew my grandson would be going out of town. Of all of the pets that I have lost I have never had to explain it to a child. My grandson is really attached to the dog. He is usually here on Friday afternoons and all day Saturday. My little acre is becoming a pet cemetery. I now have; three cats, three dogs, and one horse buried on my property.