I miss my "Sticky" dog. She passed away last April.

Why do hearts have to break?

She was 13 years old, and boy was she cranky. She adored me though. Anyone else she would nash her teeth and grumble from down deep inside. She saw me through my addiction and my recovery. No matter what... her feelings for me were rock solid, and no matter what...she never changed her mind about me. The incredible amount of sadness and tears remind me of the price of love...although the price was high, it was the bargain of a lifetime.

-DH