i had to put my dog Tosha down on Augest 24th, 2007. she was 16 years old, blind, deaf, and could hardly walk. we were both born on April 30th, 1991, and that makes it even harder because i no that on my next birthday she wont be there to celebrate with me. i dug her grave in my backyard, but i still havent found the perfect rock to mark her place. i cant get over that shes gone and think about her all the time. i keep thinking, was it the right thing to do? did we do enough? even though i know the answer i keep asking myself these questions.
Torsha was half terrior, half lapso-apso (i dont know if thats spelt correctly) and she was black with white feet and chest. i tried posting a picture of her for you guys to see, but it wouldnt work. she was the only dog ive ever had and the best dog ever. ill always remember and love her.
Torsha was half terrior, half lapso-apso (i dont know if thats spelt correctly) and she was black with white feet and chest. i tried posting a picture of her for you guys to see, but it wouldnt work. she was the only dog ive ever had and the best dog ever. ill always remember and love her.