I adopted Chelsi when she was just 8 weeks old. I seen her advertised in the Cleveland Plain Dealer in 1995. It read "Black Female Cock-a-poo" That's it! I called the Kennel were she was at to inquire more information. The lady I was to speak to was not there. I got directions from a young girl and jumped in my car the next morning to head to Hudson. I ended up getting lost about 30 min lost! I had the Kennel number with me so I called to get clear directions, as I was speaking to the lady she informed me that there was a women on her way to adopt Chelsi. I begged the lady to please please hold Chelsi for me, I had gotten lost! I finally arrived at the Kennel and as I walked in the lady was holding Chelsi. Chelsi looked up at me and immedetly looked up at me and got excited. In short, I ended up adopting her and it truely truley love at first site. I knew right then and there just by looking at her she was ment to be my daughter and spend the rest of her life with me. The fit came so naturely with us. It was an unexplainable feeling. Chelsi, was truley a great dog that honestly was part human. She grew up to be this 20 lbs cock-a-poo tomboy! She swam, chased the ball until she would literly pass out! She never got loose or ran away, she stayed by my side regardless of any surroundings we were in, and I took her everywhere. She was there for me for some of the worst times in my life and she knew if all of my moods and emotions. She was so smart and truly one special little girl. She was my life. Words alone can not explain the type of dog she was. I ended not getting chelsi spayed until she was almost 8 yrs old. (She still acted like a puppy). When she turned 12 yrs old she developed mamorary tumors on her belly. I ended getting them removed becuase they were growing bigger and the vet recomended to remove them. I opted not to get them biopsied due to her age and the cost. Less than a year later she was developing problems walking at times. The vet gave me anti-inflamatories for her which helped for a little while, until April of 2009. She took a turn and ended up not being able to walk and get very sick. I took her to the vet and had x-rays. They determined she had a tumor wraped around her spinal chord. I was devestated. There was nothing that could be done. They put her on steriods and pain meds and she actually came back 80%. May 31, I found a tumor on her belly the size of a golf ball. With in almost 2 full days, it grew to the size of 2 grapefruits. She at this point could not even stand. But was alert. I took her to the vet and they left me to make a decision. I knew I did not want to let this cancer taker her life. She was in more pain then I even knew. I held her in my arms and asking her if she was ready and telling her I did not know what to do. I sware as god is my witness, my little girl looked up and me and gave me a kiss. She was telling me it was going to be ok and it was time for me to let her go. As the vet put her to sleep her head lay in my hand. It was the hardest thing I ever had to do in my life, but it was the right thing to do. I did not want the cancer to killer, as it already took her for me. My little girl is forever in my heart and I will never ever forget the 14 yrs we spent together. She truley was a special baby. I get through each day with out her reminding myself, she had the best life with me and reminding myself how much she really loved her mommy. I know one day she will be running into my arms again, at Rainbow Bridge and we will be together again. Until that times comes, every day my hear still aches for her. But I just have to keep reminding myself. Keep reminding myself that she had the best life god could have offered her with me. RIP my love. Chelsi, 7/11/95-6/1/2009.