My dog Rambo was born May,13 1985. My mom got him before I was born so I didn't know him until 1995. When I was a baby and he was older he used to sit in front of my crib all night waiting for me to wake up. In the morning he gave me funny looks and I knew what it meant. Phhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! GAS! I laughed at him and he walked out of the room. For the next years we loved and cared for him until it came to the day. Rambo was sick. Me and my mom knew it was time because we didn't know what to do. We took him to the Vet but he said he was getting older and was ready to go. The next day we took him to the animal shelter. I knew I was going to miss him. As we walk towards the doors of the shelter I turned around and seen him laying there going. When we got home I cried for along time. I will miss my puppy!!!!!!!