few days ago I had to say goodbye to Priscilla. Many of you have known and knew it was a wonderful dog, the best a man (or woman) may be desired. Unfortunately, for months now, the dog that accompanied my feet for 13 long years had been nothing but a shadow. Forced to wear diapers, with the hind legs gave way at every step that she had lost her joie de vivre. Maybe I should have taken before the decision to put her to sleep, but my in-law loved it so much that point, conscious of giving them a huge pain. A large tumor pressing made the final decision, but in a sense I have blessed, because his life was no longer decent and I knew, I felt that she could not understand why no longer able to run, and had no joy. I still remember the day my mother brought me home (I lived with my own yet): my dog had died from one day to Gwendolyn, and she has appeared, lost by two days the station. I am sure that your Gwendolyn Priscilla has put in my way: soft white, three blacks shot to the ear and belly pink and fragrant.
Priscilla you been a dog happy have been run in the nature in his youth for playing fields, free, by nature, horses and other dogs. 
during ripening was always with me in the store and in old age has found in my husband's family who adored her and who have spoiled and pampered all the time. He could swim in the sea, running in the mountains, raising two cats and also understand the love of his life (a black Newfoundland named Gas), even if he never had a litter.
during ripening was always with me in the store and in old age has found in my husband's family who adored her and who have spoiled and pampered all the time. He could swim in the sea, running in the mountains, raising two cats and also understand the love of his life (a black Newfoundland named Gas), even if he never had a litter. He was loved by everyone, including people who do not like dogs. Why is Priscilla was pure love.
I took me to the vet, and gently fell asleep in my arms. For the first time in his life, has done stories about to enter, as if he knew exactly where we were going. It 's so strange contact with death. Every time I get in front of the corpse of someone who I loved, be it people or animals, I had the feeling of being faced with a simple bag, an old garment. It 's always the case, but instead of making me think at the end makes me feel even more the existence of that we call soul.
Now, I am sure, Priscilla'll be happy running again, along with Gwendolyn, fast, carefree, as he liked to do. It will always be in my heart. Hello Priscilla, watches over me.
