Minnie died recently. She was my met and pretty much companion for almost 7 years. I was there when she was born and i was there when she died

She suffered at the end. Some kind of weird disease took apart her intestinal system and made her bleed at both ends. She didn't live long enough, and, in the end, she lived too long. I wanted to put her down, but the vet didn't want to, and she seemed happier living under my bed as she had for most of her life than she would have been else where. So there she stayed and there she died.

She held on to life until I came home and licked my hand. Soon after that she was gone, gone someplace the pain would not reach her.

I have many memories of her. Her utter and total possessiveness of me. Her devotion to me and just the kind of dog she was. Its been almost a month now, I still miss her severely. She was a good dog, and I am glad I had her.