I was 20 years old when this dog came into my life. I wasn't even sure I wanted a dog. But she came into my life, starving, scared and with no background but a name, Red. I will stand by this, Red chose me. She latched on to me and we worked through her issues together. Eventually she became full of personality and not so afraid of the world. She was the easiest dog to train and eager to learn. She has been with me everywhere I've gone and in everything I've done. I had to choose homes based off where she could be and with a 50lb dog in the city that wasn't always easy. Now it is 13 years later, I've watched her red face turn to grey, I've watched her slow down and need more down time. But recently she's been having moments where she doesn't remember commands, where the simplest command seems challenging, she couldn't hold her bladder one night (this dog has never peed in my house ever), her appetite is dropping and she's losing muscle mass as well as weight. Every time I think of her not being by my side I lose it a little. I keep telling her she's got a few good years yet because I'm not ready to let go! I've been so worried every day when I come home in this 9 day streak of 106 degrees but each day she's there waiting.