We miss you Tiff. We'll see you at the Bridge Baby. Thank you for holding on as long as you could and not forcing us to make that decision. Dying in Mommy's arms was the most selfless thing you could do. I still love you and know you're here with me. No matter what... I had you from when I was 9... I'm still YOUR puppy, baby. The other day was the four year anniverary of your passing and I can still remember what your fur felt like and see those liquid brown eyes. You were my girl. When Mom and Dad called me to tell me you had gone to the Bridge a part of me died. But a part of you still lives on, My Tiffy Tumbles. I'll see you again someday. I hope when I volunteer time at the shelter that you are there and that you try to sit with these poor unfortunate creatures that never experienced the love that you did and let then know.. there's a better place, I love you Tiff, ol' girl.