Tonight, around 7:30 pm, my mother called me and told me that my old dog was sick. My dog -- Jessie, a golden-retriever-mix, was about to turn 18 yrs old in Aug. Anyway, to make a long story short, Jessie had a seizure/stroke of some kind and couldn't stand up this evening. We took her to the all-night Emergency Animal Clinic and they had to euthanize her.

I've been bawling my eyes out since I had to take her in. I loved that dog. She is a big part of my life and my childhood and I'll miss that so much. She was even the reason my husband and I met... long story I'll share at another time -- but that's so cute. She was a bridge to my past, to those that have passed away (my grandfather, my brother, my other golden retriever Buffy) and now she's gone. I know it was for the best.. but still, it breaks my heart.

I love you, Jessie. Run free, girl.