On 6 July 1995, I rescued a young black Field Spaniel in one of the busiest intersections in Seattle. She had been grazed by a car and was traumatized. I had to go into a Drs appt. before going to work and put her in the front seat of my car. I took her home, and saw to it that she was O K while I went to work. She had no I D and I did try to find an owner. Put up a fence in the back yard, and from then on, the bond took place. The Vet looked her over, gave her her shots, and guestimated her age at 3. She was a fantastic dog, and I watched her age over the years from a terrific athlete, to all the mallidies a dog of that age can receive. When she finally couldn’t control her bladder anymore , I had to make that ultimate decision to have her put to sleep. As a grown, real man, I have to say, it was a really tuff thing to handle, and that was 3 weeks ago, and I have tears in my eyes now while composing this. She was 15 years old, and the Vet came to my house to put her to sleep. It was 13 Oct. ,2007, and I really miss her.

Mike from Texas