My dog Russle (a rat terrier) was saved by me and my brother from an abused home and we gave him the best 5 years of his life but sadly all wondeful things must come to an end so Thursday the 23rd 2010 two days before Christmas, I had to make the choice with my mother to get him uthanized, he began to stop eating and drinking and walking, he pooped out blood and had a cancerious hole in his stomach come to find out, so early that Thurday morning at 9:00A.M I held my little old man in my arms as the vet gave him the shot and he drifted to sleep never again to wake up on the earth, but in a wonderful new world to become healthy again. But strangly that morning it was like he knew what was happening and he licked my mothers and my face goofily wiping our tears away, but not with the zest he used to have but with a calmness as if to tell us "It's ok don't cry I understand whats happening and I am ready, for this is not good bye just simply see you later, I love you to." of course I still balled my eyes out like a babby but doesn't everyone during the stage of mourning? Russle was a special part of our family and though the gap that now lie's in our hearts won't heal or be replaced till the day we meet again, I some how have the feeling that it will all be okay. Russel I know you're happy, healthy, young, and goofyer than ever now and you'll long to see us again just as we will with you to, but out hearts and souls will always be connected and someday sooner than it may seem I'll be able to pet that cute little face of yours and you'll be able to kiss my face with your goofy wet tounge, so for now I say see you later my friend, I love you.