Spotty
I had a dog named Spotty. She was a wonderful dog full of spunk. She did not know she was a little dog and would take on any animal that bothered her. She died of a stroke at age 17. She was in good health up until the day when she was very still and could not move. We had to put her down because she could not even swallow. I still tear up when I think of her she died thirty years ago.
Kathleen from New York