After 17 years of life long memories with Buffy, it all came to an end. I was four years old when my uncle gave her too me. She was so tiny. She was the size of my little hand. I was so excited! She was mine, all mine! She meant the world to me. I grew up with her. I remember when everyone would drop food on the floor, Buffy would be the first to grab it. We all called her our "Garbage Disposal." When my sister and I would go outside to play or ride our bikes, Buffy was always out there protecting us, but never went off the curb into the street without permission. Buffy would always run track around my house. She would run until we told her to stop. Otherwise, she would have never stopped. Anytime we had paper or tissue around the house she would tear it up and leave the mess for us to clean. Somethings that seem so inconvenient to us at the time are precious memories later on in life. I can never stop about the memories. I used to dress her up in my doll clothes and try to keep her in a little doll crib. She never stayed! Gosh, I miss those days. Throughout the years she had taught me so much as well. Towards the end, she taught me not to take life for granted. She was in so much agonizing pain. She had her good and her bad days. Then the bad days started to outnumber the good. She lost her eye sight and her hearing about 3 years ago. She still got around good and showed us she was still happy without those two senses. Then just about 3 months prior to her death she had a lot of trouble breathing and eating. She was loosing most of her teeth throughout the last year. We recently bought her grinded beef dog food which was so much easiar for her to eat. She started to regain energy for a couple of weeks. She was actually getting her nutrients. Then the time came when she could barely get up to go outside. I didnt want to feel like I was giving up on her. I still had hope. My family wanted to put her down. I was in denial. Finally, on July 31, 2005, Buffy had collapsed in the driveway. She was still alive. She had collapsed from being in so much pain and had peed on herself. Thick white mucus and phlem was comming out of her mouth. I just burst into tears. I cleaned her, massaged her hips, and helped her up to come in the house. Then I came into reality. She was suffering. My poor Buffy was having a slow death. I needed to help, but not in the way I had to. My family couldnt handle going with her to end her agonizing pain. I made the biggest and worst decision of my life. I told them I would take her. I cried and cried and cried. I fealt like I was giving up on her, but in reality her body was. I couldn't even sleep that night. I got up on August1, 2005 and just cried. I checked her and she couldn't even walk anymore. She hadn't eaten in two days. I waited for my boyfriend to get off of work to take Buffy to the animal hospital. I held her and didn't want to let go. I started freaking out when I knew that these were her last breaths and her last heartbeats. Then I looked into her eyes and told her "There's no more pain." I cried and held her so tight. My angel was lying on the table lifeless. I looked into her empty eyes and explained to her why I did what I did. I told her she will be home soon. I got her cremated so she can continue to walk through my life with me. Everywhere I move, she will move with me. She was my baby for 17 years. She had grown up with me in my hardest years of life. I know my baby is going to be waiting for me at the Rainbow Bridge. I made a huge promise to her. My promise is that when I die, she will be burried with me. We will then live eternity together.

"Buffy, I am going to miss waking up every morning and saying good morning to you. You meant so much to me, and it hurts to know you are not here with me. I can still hear your toes tapping, your sniffles, and your hiccupps. You are my baby and will be forever. I love you! I will see you at the Rainbow Bridge. Love you Buffy and you will NEVER be forgotten!"