I want to tell you all about my little Pysco Chick. I rescued Shadow March of 1998 from the Arizona Humane Society. She was a 4-yr-old black American Cocker Spanial. She was the first dog that was just mine-all-mine. We traveled across the US twice together. We went back and forth to California and Las Vegas too many times to count. She was my little buddy. In the end she had awful seperation anxiety issues, incontent problems, went blind and deaf but was the sweetest damn thing that ever walked the face of the earth.

We had just passed our 9th anniversary together when she started to faint. My sister and dad went with me to take her to the vet on April 15th. She had a little bit of fluid in her lungs and the vet heard a heart murmer. She said that they could give her meds for the fluid and for her heart. I asked if we did that how much time would that get us and she said 6 months to a year. I made the heart-renching decision to send her off to the big dog park in the sky. She was 13ish. As I was sitting there with my baby in my lap and my sister was in the room with me as my dad went and took care of the bill, my sister said, "Well you know what they say, the only two things that are certian are death and taxes." and through my tears she made me gigle. You've got to love a sister with a dark sence of humor.

I miss my little punk sooooo much. So you all will be beseiged with Shadow photos for a little while. When I have exausted my cash of puppy photos I will introduce you to my new little girl. Her name is Sophie and is the world's best cat. Another rescue from the humane society.

Well, I have to go blow my nose now from the flood of tears that have escaped my eyes as I wrote this. Thanks for reading.