As she came downstairs all troting as if she was a princess. she was a papered pouch. I remember the first day she came i was about 4 when she came. she was so small for being a cockier spaniel of her type. she layed there in my lape until she fell asleep. 12 years past and she still was a papmpered pouch of 12. but then about 3 weeks ago she wasn't acting the same. She wounldin't eat or drink she only stayed in one spot never moved. I told my mom to take her to the vet but she wouldn;t listen to me and Samantha got sicker and sicker. About four days pasted by and we thought she was okay. Well it was a saturday morning i was at a church car wash they picked me up. And there she was lying on the car floor dead. I colapsted saying or yelling"NOOOOO". all my freands herd me they wanted to know what happened well i held her tight agianst me until i had to wash my hands and face. All my friends found out and had great sympathy for me. then about two weeks later my friend Taylors dog had to be put to sleep. A year my other friend lost her dog in a house fire. i will never forget that pampered pouch that is wiating for me at the raimbows end in heaven.