When I was little, I ask God to give me a puppy that I could take care of for the rest of my life…he gave me you. I then ask God to help me raise my rainee the best way I knew…and I did. I told God how much I loved you everyday and how thankful I was for you…and I know how he must have smiled. Then one beautiful spring day you became really sick,and I carried you in my arms all the way to the vets.The news stung like fire in my heart as the time soon passed away, I then heard a voice say..Yes, this is her day. I turned to see who the voice came from, when I saw noone I knew what had to be done. I sat with you Rainee, till you took your last breath, and then I held you closely to my poor aching chest.