Eleven years ago I brought you home. You were the prettiest buff and white cocker spaniel I had ever seen. You loved to chase crickets, play frisbee, ball and eat ice. You were truly my child. You were a child of God. Just spell God backwards, it speaks for itself. I am so full of guilt because it wasn't your time. Cocker's have so much trouble with their big floppy ears and the Vet kept telling me you needed to have surgery. So finally I agreed. You were suppose to get better, not leave me. I miss you so. Especially when I wake in the morning, come home from being away all day and at night. Sometimes I actually think I hear you. You loved me when no one else did and you always listened. You were always there for me and you loved me unconditionally. My heart is so very empty and at the same time so very heavy. On April 11, 1999 you crossed over the Rainbow Bridge and it rained all day. I said, "It's raining so hard" and Madison (our 3 yr old grandaughter) said, "No Gammy, it's not raining, the Angels are crying for Buffy". I love you Buffy and miss you terribly.