Hannah, you were the best buddy I could ever have had. I loved how you would walk in circle to make your "nest" then plop down next to my leg and cuddle with me to watch TV or read. You were always underfoot but that meant you were near. When you were a puppy, you couldn't wait to go for a run. Lately, you could barely walk, but that was OK. I knew you were slowing down, who could blame you after 15 years? But I just miss you so badly. I hope you know that I didn't want to have to do what I did. The doctor said I was making a very "humane" decision and that meant our time was running short. I hated to wake you up that morning of March 16 but when you saw your leash you tried valiantly to be excited. You knew it would mean a ride or walk and you loved that, didn't you? But you had a nice, big bowl of scrambled eggs and were so happy. Then Daddy and I took you for a ride. I carried you into Dr Baker and tried not to cry so you wouldn't be scared, but couldn't help myself old friend. You never left my arms the entire time. As I whispered in your ear "It's OK Hannah, it's OK" you relaxed because you trusted that I would not let anything bad happen to you. I hope you understand that what I had to do was the only thing I could do. Girly Girl, I had to do it. If there was anything else I could have done, you know I would have done it. If only one person reads this and senses my love for you, then you didn't die in vain. You touched someone else too. You were the most beautiful little blond cocker. Such a dainty little lady with a personality to match. I love you Hannah. Please know how much I love you. Mommy