had been attending "USC University" to become a PA in surgery.
Also, I was working full time with an internship at ST. Josephs hospital making 5.00
Per hour. As if that wasn't enough on my plate, shortly th a noteere after I was diagnosed with ovarian cancer. The day after telling my husband the news, I came home from work and found a note simply stating, ( I didn't sign on for this) he was gone. While taking Sheba to the vet for her vaccinations, the same day. I had pulled up to a stop light on a major road, In front of me was a car with 4 grown men and they were carrying on andI with alot of noise coming from the car. Light turned green they punched the gas and a little gold furball came flying out the window.

The gold ball finally got herself up-right and ran into traffic, she was hit and thrown instantly. With my car still in park, when's in the back seat I ran to retrieve her.
Her jaw waste dangling to low from her upper mouth, and her right arm was contorted bad. Someone came to help me and moved my car, I had a first aid bag in my trunk, and old towels and blankets. I rigged something to keep her jaw shut and tied her leg to her body.
I got to the vet and after being told it would take 3000.dollars or more, I decided to euthanised her. As luck would have it the vets son and I were in the same classes together. So the next day the vet, his son, and myself operated on little gold "Tiggger"
That was the best day of my life. God had sent me one of his littlest angels to watch over and protect me.
This was how Higher and I came to be, and she led me down the path to my calling in life.
You are forever in my heart, my sweet baby girl.
"GODS LITTLEST ANGEL" my nickname for her.
Theresa King
sweetlysummer@live.com