
We made the choice to put him down the next day. We brought him home where I bought him prime rib and hand feed him his dinner. My heart broke as I feed him for the last time and my mom ended up sleeping with him downstairs. His breathing was rough and he couldn’t sleep. The decision to put him down was the right one.
The next day we all brought him to the Vet to say goodbye. He was so sick he needed to be carried. I said goodbye to my dog, my pet and my friend that day. I left the Vet feeling horrible and cried in bed most of that night.
Hero came to us as a puppy and was by my side all the time. I was sick with Mono when we got him and spent countless hours brushing and snuggling him. He wasn’t well behaved dog that Lucky was. He cried when he didn’t get cuddled, he stole Lucky’s food, he demanded attention 24/7 and nipped at my brother and my boyfriend (must have sensed evil). But he sure knew how to make feel better when I came home in tears.
Coming home to no dogs greeting you is tough. Seeing my dog suffer was tougher. I never regret the decision to put him down. I still miss the smell of his fur and feeling him pushed against me in the morning. I miss giving him belly rubs and rubbing his ears. I even miss that high pitch cry he had when I was upset and we yelled in the house.
I like to think of Hero running around in Heaven. Maybe he is cuddling with the angels. Stealing other dog’s food. Annoying god with his high energy and need for attention. I hope that Lucky found him and they are together again. That they dread the day Moggy (my families cat) comes up to join them. That they still want to comfort us when we are sad and lonely.
I’ll miss you Hero.
When my Johnny suggested that we should go up to New Hampshire and try Whitewater rafting, I thought "Why not". It sounded like it would be a good time. Plus the website said it was fun for the whole family and showed little kids smiling in their raft.



Our instructor was in the army. So she yelled at us like we were pond scum.















At the age of 23 years old, I finally got to go to Disney World. It was everything I ever imagined it would be and more! I experienced everything that Disney had to offer me. I took pictures with every character that walked by and sat through every parade. I had no shame in acting like a kid again.
I love how Dale (or Chip) is looking at me. He looks like he is checking me out.

My favorite picture. I Love Winnie the Pooh and when he came by our table I latched on. He was very soft and cute.



Pirates where the thing at Disney that year. I kind of liked this Mickey Mouse Pirate hat. That's me trying my best to be a pirate. I believe I had a sword in my hands too. I kind of look like I have an overbite in this picture.












I would love to say that there was an epic battle in the world series just like the Yankees, but in truth there wasn't. We swept the Cardinals with no problems. It was a Wednesday so I couldn't even enjoy all the game because it was a work night and the game went on till late in the night.
I was watching it in Johnny's bedroom while he was asleep. I crossed my fingers and then the last out was out. I had just watched history and was too tired to even care. 
