I had a very special dog. Her name was Sheba and she was a black lab. I adopted her from the local humane society when she was 2 months old. She loved to go for rides and went everywhere with me, or with my dad. She was so smart I taught her to come at the sound of a pill bottle. She would sitdown at my feet raise her head up and open her mouth for the pill she knew she was getting. Her and I would walk every evening and I never had to put a leash on her for she would walk right beside me. As she got older our walks became shorter and if she got tired she would turn and go home. She was very protective of me and my mother. No matter who'es house sheba and I might be at she would not let a stranger in their door. But alas she developed a mass in her throat that put pressure on her trachea making it hard for her to breath, as much as I didn't want to I had to let her go. And with my heart breaking, tears flowing freely I hugged her tightly told her good by and put her in the hands of a caring vet. She was my friend a part of my family and I still miss her 2 yrs latter |