Since I was a little girl, I always loved Boxers. The first time I laid eyes on a Boxer was at a grooming place. My Mom did not allow me to have one because she did not like big dogs in the house. I knew when I moved out, the first thing I would do would be to get myself a Boxer.

Well, I did. I got my first Boxer named Rocky. He is a fawn with a black mask and is absolutely gorgeous. I wanted him to have a girlfriend, so I got another Boxer named Nubia. She is a white Boxer with a brown spot on her eye. They are insperable to this day!

My story begins here. My Nubia had 9 little puppies and they all lived! They were the most beautiful Boxers I had ever laid eyes on! I kept saying to myself that I would not get another Boxer, but I just could not resist; I had to keep one. I had my eye on a little girl that was fawn with a white stripe right in the middle of her face. She did not have the greatest personality, but I just knew she was for my little family. I named her Gucci. Yes, after the hand bag.

I was so excited to have a family of Boxers! The Mom, Dad, and Baby Boxer. It was the cutest thing in the world!!!

The Boxers would always run, jump, play and swim together. They were inseperable!! They loved to play....all of the time... The bond that these 3 had was just so special. I will never forget it!

I must also note that the vet I take them to, is also very important here. These 2 special Drs. that will remain nameless, know all of my dogs since they were pups. These 2 Drs. are, and will always be special to me because of my Gucci.

Like I mentioned earlier, Gucci did not have the greatest personality, but she fit right in with her Mom and Dad. She was happy. They were happy. I was happy.

See, Gucci had very bad allergies, and like her Mom and Dad,she was always suffering from an allergic reaction of some sort. The best I could do was to keep her comfortable by giving her Benadryl, and keeping her out of the plants in my backyard.

Again, Gucci, was having another allergic reaction so the Dr. gave me some meds for her and off I went.

What happened the next week changed me forever. I will never forget it.

Gucci had been taking her meds for about 4 days when all of a sudden, I noticed something. She was eating and drinking, but she had not been as alert as she normally was. Something just told me to get her into the vet.

We arrived at the the vet and the Dr. told me she looked fine....he wanted to stop her meds right away of course, because, he, like me, thought she was having a reaction. However, since he knew my little Gucci, he told me he wanted to draw her blood and take a X-ray of her belly....because...as I mentioned, she was always getting into things.

So, I left my little Gucci there and the Dr. said he would call me.

I was NOT prepared for the results of her blood work.

At 2 and 1/2 years old, my Gucci's kidneys were failing. They gave her a 50/50 chance to live. I could not beleive what I was hearing. My heart began to pound, and the tears began to roll down my face. I could not beleive what I was hearing. A deep sadness filled my heart. Nothing else mattered to me but Gucci. I wanted to save her life. I didn't care how much money it would cost. She was a puppy still, and I just could not accept this.

The Dr. and I were hoping because of her age, that she would pull through.

3 horrible nights passed and Gucci was not respnding to her treatments. Not only that, she was not eating. She was getting worse every day that had passed.

Finally, I had to make a decision. The Drs. told me that Gucci obviously was born with bad kidneys and that there was nothing else they could do. My heart was in pieces. I could not believe this. Why her? She was just a baby?

My heart told me that it was not fair to let her suffer. The selfish side of me wanted to wait "one more day."

I will never forget 4/24/08. I went to see my Gucci. I knew I had to see her before I made my decision.

Gucci had lost 8 lbs in 3 days. She was skin and bones. I just hugged her and kissed her and cried, cried, cried. I knew I could not let her go on like that anymore. It wasn't fair. The fact is and was, that she was a very sick dog.

I spent 2 hours with her. We went outside and took a walk....she enjoyed the sunlight and the wind blowing in her face. She loved that....I kissed her and hugged her more. There was a very special girl at the hospital, a vet assisitant, that stood by Gucci's side until the end. She was so compassionate and understanding. The 2 "special" Drs. were compassionate and understanding.

I said my last goodbye to my Gucci, and they took her back. The "special" girl put Gucci on her lap and was with her to the end...just like she promised she would be.

Although my heart was broken, and I felt so much hurt and sorrow, I left the animal hospital in peace. I really did. I knew I did the right thing for my Gucci.

I am going to cremate my Gucci and her urn is going to be the "Rainbow Bridge" urn.

That is how I found this website. Because today I had to pick out her urn and I wanted to read the "Rainbow Bridge" poem.

Every day I go home and I see Gucci's Mom and Dad, and it reminds me of her so much. I will never forget her. I know she is in a better place now.

I love you Gucci!!!!!!!!!!!1

Thanks for the oppurtnity for letting me tell my story. This is a wonderful website!!