by Juanita
(Knoxville, USA)
Pepper was not my dog at first, she was given to me when she was a year old. She suffered horrible abuse for the first year of her life, when I got her she was afraid I would abuse her. It took time but she started to trust me and then love me. We had a lot of fun playing together she never wanted for anything.
Then one day she started getting sick, I took her to the vet and it turned out that she had cancer. I did everything I could to keep her alive, but I failed. On August 23rd, 2013 she passed away. It broke my heart and I still miss her as much today as the day she died. I will miss her for the rest of my life but I know that I will see her again on the other side.
Thanks for letting me share my story.