I remember when we first got you so small and alone. I remember that I was not going there to rescue you but another dog and somehow you captivated me and the kids and we knew you were for our family. I remember how you were so hesitant and unsure and I wondered if I had the ability to love you enough to take away the damage that someone else created. We have seen you turn into this confident dog who no longer shakes at loud noises who isn't afraid to bark to express himself. You have been my companion and my pillow. You have been my daughter's protection from the black dark of night. I know you are getting old and my heart seizes everytime I see the evidence. How will we manage with out you? How will we know what to do with ourselves? You were always quiet but so loyal that I believe we took you for granted and now that I am aware of your age and your limits I realize that you are more than just our dog or family pet. You have been woven into the fabric of who we are and how do you even begin to know when to let go and say goodbye. I am grateful that it is not so soon in the future but every once in a while when I see your loving eyes I know that one day we will have to part ways. It is then that I realize how much I love you and that you really rescued me.