Today, five years ago, a very stupid and arrogant vet took my precious Sammie's life. I took him to her for a sore on his foot, and 8 hours later she gave him back to me in a cardboard coffin. I pray that someday I will be able to forgive her, and that maybe my Sammie will forgive me. I just know I will never forgive myself.

I have lost so many bulldogs, Winston was the first, he had CHF, then Sammie, then Watson two months almost to the day of Sammie's passing, to lymphoma/leukemia. Then Jonah, Sammie's brother to what we think was a stroke in his spine, then Miss Daphne, Sammie and Jonah's mother, to heart failure, them my Sweet Sophie Little, who was sick one minute, then passed away the next. My constant companion and best friend ever was Ranger a fawn and white boxer, who left me at the age of 14.

All of my babies wait for me, and as wierd as it sounds, all of their ashes are on the tv in my living room. When we had to evacuate for Hurricane Rita, the first thing I packed were their ashes. I am still blessed to have Brynlee who will be 9 in March, and Hattie Gene and Sherlock who will be 8 in August, and my dear, goofy girl, Larken the Dane who will be 7 in April.

You move on, and go on, but you never forget any of them. My heart breaks every time I come on the board and see the Bridge on display. I know that someone else has joined the ranks of us who will forever be heartbroken. My thoughts are with all of you.