I remember when I found you at the pound. You were a young girl and the man at the pound sadly told me you were sick and had to be destroyed.I begged them to let me bring you home, I finally convinced them, I only had you a short while before you getting sick. I rushed you into the vet,Dr.Kiessling said you were full of a fast spreading cancer and needed to be put down. I was sad and couldnt breathe when you flew up to heaven on the wings of angels.