On December 10, 2011 we lost Baxter to
 a respiratory problem. Sometime after 9pm we took him to an emergency clinic because he was having real problems breathing. He was placed in an oxygen tent and within 20 minutes or so his little heart gave out and he died. If we had known that there was no hope of recovery, I would have rather had him in my arms when he died than to have him die not knowing where he was. He has left a big hold in all our hearts. Every once and a while Quincy will look around the house to see where Baxter is hiding, he doesn’t understand that Baxter is gone, we don't either at times.