My little Punkin was such a sweetheart. She was a very good girl. She minded well and had very good manners. From the time we got her at 6 weeks, she was such a joy. She started having health problems at one year of age and kept having one kind of problem or the other for the next 9 years. She finally got down bad in her back where she had to have back surgery for a herniated disc. She did really well for 5 weeks then went down fast. She was in so much pain that she wouldn't let me hold her. I finally called the vet and took her in to let them tell me it was time for her to go. I was with her until the end and then I put her in her favorite pink blanket with her favorite toys and put her in a little casket and buried her in the back yard that she loved to run around in. Her pain was over, but mine had just begun. She died on a Friday afternoon around 5 p.m. Every week on Friday I get really depressed. I miss her greeting me at the door when I had to run an errand. I miss her walking with me and her sitting in the recliner with me. She made me feel safe because if she heard anything outside she let me know it. I never had to sweep the floors because if any bit of food fell on the floor, she helped me clean it up. Sometime I hear her whining. I go out to her grave where I put a marker and talk to her and tell her how sorry I was that I couldn't help her. I felt like a failure for not finding someone to help her. All three vets said I went above and beyond taking care of her but that didn't make me feel any better. She was my baby girl. I love you Punk and someday soon I'll see you at the Rainbow Bridge. Love mama