I had the most precious of all friends my presley, he was part beagle and part bassett he was the sparkle in my eyes. I never thought I could love a dog or anything as much as I did him. This guy was my bed partner he was my couch partner, he was my all around joy. I always kept him on a run, because of course being an hound he liked to explore. Presley was although afraid of the dark so I could let him run, I live on the outshirts of Augusta, and have nice yard and he enjoyed that he would only go as far as the lights went. One awful sunday I debated with myself all the way home from work if it was dark enough to let presley run, well I made the wrong choice, I was not home 10 minutes when someone came into my driveway to ask if I had a small dog, well I did, I ran as fast as I could picked him up in my arms and ran home crying, and havent stopped crying yet. Well I called every vet near me and I couldnt get any help and I knew he would not have made it to Lewiston, he died in my arms that night 2-25-07 has turned out to be the worst day of my life. He has own memorial in the flower garden, presley will be always remembered, and forever loved.