i am (or was) 13 years old (in people years). i am a Scottish Terrier dog and i love my family. they first picked me up from a house with my first owners. i remember when i first left my old home that day and i knew that my new family would love me and care for me just as much as my old family did. i have 2 brothers named chris and colin and i have 2 sisters named kasey and kelsey. i love them all very much. one day (july 21st to be exact) i started to feel sick. my dad brought me to the vet (dr. bob) and i found out that i wasnt in too good of shape. i tried my best to stay stong and stay as healthy as i could for a while but i just didnt have the strength anymore. so on august 9th i was finally put to rest. i know it was hard for my family but i believe they did the right thing. now i am happy and healthy in doggie heaven. =]
