All the times we've had with my loving dog, its almost over. Her name is Rosie. Rosie was born in 1999 and is not 12 years old. My poor dog and a cancer that you can't stop. We are hoping and praying for her. I am giving her all the love she needs. I do not want her to go. She is everything to me. Shes my life. Shes my soul. Shes my heart. We have had many walks and play time. This time of life is too hard. When I die, thats the first thing I want to do. See my beloved dog. Running right toward me and jumping happily. I am crying right now writing this story. I love Rosie. I want her to have a good 1 more year till its time.