My sister and I had a dog. A Schipperke, actually. She passed away last year, yet I am still upset about it to this day. Maizy was a good dog, and the 18 years of her life were gladly spent with us, until she got stomach problems, and eventually had to go. I didn't think to post it here, but I remembered her, and I decided to. She passed in October 2006. I came home from school one day. I went out to see her in the back porch (where she usually was) and she wasn't there. I asked my mom if she escaped again, since she tended to a lot. But she said that Maizy had died. And I went up to my room and started to cry.
I still miss her!
But she's in a better place now...
Above is her breed of dog, but it's not her.
