Missy was the sweetest dog I ever owned. She may have been quiet, but she had quite a personality. She'd always come over to me when I got home from work wagging her tail. She's a survivor as well, we resuced her from our family friend who rescued her from an abusive household. We had her for six incredible years, and now she's gone.

A week or so ago, she lost the use of her front let, but was still able to get around. We brought her to a vet who said that it might be cancer, but it could also be a benign growth. Last night, she lost the ability to use her back legs and was in extreme pain, even with the pain medicine we had for her. We brought her to the emergancy vet who told us that she's certain it was cancer that spread to her spine and caused some neurological issues along with the ability to use her legs correctly.

Last night, I lost my best friend. She was always there for me, through everything I've been through. When I would get back form the hospital, she was right there in my bed or next to it with me, watching over me. She always greeted me when I would get back from everywhere, and she would also play our favorite game, 'bite me,' where she would pretend to bite my hand.

I'm gonna miss her a ton.

Me after my stay in the hospital (5 days ICU) where she was always with me...