As I attempt to write this tears are in my eyes as my beautiful Pooh Bear passed away three weeks ago today.  I had to make the decision to put him to sleep due to a tumor that had developed on his paw.  He was 18 years old and I had rescued him 15 years ago from an animal shelter.  He had lost his eyesight and hearing last summer, but he trudged on.  He was such a great, loving dog.  You always have “the one” in your life and he was mine.  When people say that your pets are part of your family I have to say that in my case, Pooh, was part of me.  A huge part of me.  I just finished reading your book last night and I dreamed about that cute little guy Griffen who was also a Llasa mix like my little guy, Pooh Bear, and maybe one day I’ll be able to get another dog, but right now, the grieving is still heavy and the pain is very raw.  Putting them to sleep may be the best thing for them, but it is the worst thing for us.  That damn paw!  May he run free on strong paws in heaven.

— Tish from Naples, FL