The loss of a loved one is a terrible feeling.

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I lost my beloved dog a couple weeks ago, and now he's haunting me. He was sick with a tumor in his shoulder. We had to put him down a few weeks ago, because the pain was too much for him to handle on his own, and pain medication wasn't working for him any longer. His body was becoming more dependant upon the medication that we kept on raising the dosage, which was dangerous. We went to the vets on a thurday, and she told us on that day that he wasn't going to make it through the weekend, and she was right. I wanted him to go peacefully, so I made that terrible descision. We took him in on that Saturday, I wanted him to go in my arms so I was holding him the whole time. I wasn't crying, I wanted to stay strong for him, like he's always known me. The last thing he saw was me smiling and telling him that I loved him, then his head rested upon my chest and his breathing stopped. That was one of the most horrid things I ever had to do. I put my soul into that dog, I fell in love with him from the moment I saw him, and since that moment, I've never looked back. He's been with me for 8 years, he was only 9 years old when he passed. That's extremely young for a dog. He will be missed, and loved dearly. I had him creamiated, and when I die, I want to be spread across the sea of Hawaii, and I want him to be spread with me. He will be with me, forever. Even in death. R.I.P Henry Adam Rolfe. You will be missed!! 2000-2009