Even though I did not know her too well, my mother's dog Rochetta. She was loyal and beautiful. She died in her sleep after 18 years. She was blind, deaf and had arthtritis.

My first dog for a day, named Primo. I had to give him away because we didn't think about it and bought ourselves a collie mix, when we couldn't handle it. We had a small yard and he was already big for "4 months old". (the breeder lied about his age) He also had a large scar where he "got bitten by another dog". We weren't told the real story. It was a stupid descision but we brought him to the SPCA. They said he'd be adopted right away because of his great looks and good temperament. He was raised in a tiny cage in a cold, shed. I only realized later we got him at a backyard breeder. He was gentle, sweet and I'll never forget when I lay down beside him on the balcony and he fell asleep in the sun. I wish I knew how he was doing now. I don't regret what I did, it was better for him anyways.