About 11 years ago, my daughter P.J. started a little pet sitting busiess. She had one very faithfull customer. It was "Sandy Dog", a coarse haired terrier. Her owner went out of town alot, because the husbands health was bad and they had to take him to the city. Things went a long very well for quite a while, then the woman would bring Sandy Dog and leave her with us for a month or so at a time. She was in town, because we would see her in town, or call her to bring more supplies for Sandy Dog. One day five year later, in October, my daughter was getting ready to go to the Homecoming Dance and the woman called to see if we could take Sandy Dog. My daughter was sixteen by this time. I asked how long she would be staying with us and I was told that it was for good. The woman was crying. She brought Sandy Dog and all of her belongings to my house. When she walked in the door, she was a bruised mess. The husband not only abused her, but Sandy Dog too. She told me that it had gotten so bad, that when her husband got drunk, he gave Sandy Dog an enima. She had to rush her to the vet. She said that the reason she wouldn't pick Sandy up when she got back into town, was because as long as she was with me, she wasn't getting hurt. I took Sandy Dog and she was part of my family. I owned a Mini Schnauzer and they got along fine. Sandy had poor health: Kidney failure, bad heart, rotten teeth. She was a pound puppy and had been several times. Sandy dog just recently went outside to go potty and I haven't seen her since. I have looked everywhere, called everyone I could possibly call and nothing. Sandy dog walked out of my life and probably into God's awaiting arms, because she was so stiff and sick, she couldn't possibly still be alive. I truly miss her and have a void in my life.