Wow, where do I begin? At the age of 7 I was a new resident of Louisiana. While visiting a family's house I came across flea infested, disgusting baby rat terriers. I pickied the runt of the litter and the only one with a golden head with a crooked stripe down the front, my parents couldn't say no. Growing up I always had between 7-10 dogs running around, but my Ticky was different. Leash trained? She never left my side. Potty trained? She never had one accident. Living in a small town in Louisiana, it was hard to make friends. My closest neighbor was five miles away so my dogs were my friends. Anyway, I grew up and so did she. She was always there for me, through the tragic divorce, switching high schools, and our last stop..moving to Florida. We took the car ride together, we were always together. After a few great years in Florida things started to roll downhill, her face turned from golden to white, gained a little weight, I didn't think anything of it. Two weeks ago I woke up to her paddling back and forth in my bed and having a seizure. Rushing her to the vet, they informed me that her white blood cells were attacking her red blood cells. Her red blood cell count was 10, and it needed to be 35-40. I put her through a blood transfusion hoping to save my baby. She kind of recovered from the transfusion, but all the medicines were killing her stomach so she refused to eat. Throwing up all her food, just broke my heart. I knew it was time. I went to the emergency vet(where I was becoming a regular) hoping to get some good news. They told me she was suffering and her mortality rate was 5%. Do I make my love suffer? I couldn't do it. I tried to explain all of this to her but I could tell she didn't understand. I held her tight and stayed strong as they injected her. I didn't let myself break down, alone and scared. I wanted her to know she was safe and I was happy when she went to rainbow bridge. My heart is officially broken, Ticky Seegers passed away 1-22-13. Walking into an empty house, sitting all alone, it's not the same. But then I begin to think, it didn't hurt her to die..only me. I look back in photo albums and every picture I have, she was there. I didn't dress barbies, I dressed my dog. She rode horses with me, rode fourwheelers. She is the only one that knows my weaknesses and now she's gone.Everyone says 'oh she was just a dog, get a new one.' Really? I swear on everything I know and believe that this wasn't just a dog. She knew, she knew everything. I just hope and wish everyone can have a dog like her in their lifetime. I was picked and I thank God every second for such a good best friend. Maybe I am just 18 but I now know what is real. I think people only get a few 'real' things in life. And one is checked off my list. We were roommates, best friends, sisters and everything else along those lines. I am comfused with what I believe now after all this, but I do believe she is happy. I've had dreams, dreams that are too real. I just hope she knows that I love and miss her every second of the day. Thank you for reading this, I hope you're not on this website for the same reason I am. Rest in peace Ticky, you will always be in my heart.