Hey everyone, I'm back from Japan..but I'm not in the best of spirits. This morning I had my childhood dog put down. She was suffering from cancer and was fighting for her life in order to stay with us, but my mom and I couldn't bare to see her hurting anymore. I'm going to try my best to keep writing but I just wanted to put this out there. I had her ever since I was five. She was the tiniest pitbull puppy was the most beautiful blue eyes, then she grew to be the beloved dog in pur entire family, whe outlived her siblings, her parents, even her own puppies. Not having her anymore hurts like hell, It even hurts to put away a jar of peanut butter but I know she's in heaven with my brother. I love her and I miss her.