This is Muffin. My friend and loyal companion since I was 5 years old. I had to have her put to sleep in January, 6 days before my 23rd birthday. There was never a time in my life where I didn’t remember her being there with me. I held her in my arms, while sobbing harder than I think I have in my entire life. I kept whispering “I’m sorry” to her over and over. It was so strange though. She lifted her head and looked up at me, kind of like “Hey, I’m going to be alright.” Then she layed her head down on my arm and passed away. I miss her so much. I am crying as I type this. I would give anything to have her here with me again.