by Bobby McCray
Spook was born in 1985 and we'd go t him then too. We thought you know he'd die around 12. We were wrong. he lived 18 long years. He began to have hip problems and then when he turned 17 he started accidents in the house. Couldn't get up. We gave him pills but they weren't helping. Then we decided the best thing for him is to send him to Rainbow Bridge. I cried the whole way there. I thought this was a big joke. I mean I neveer thought I'd end this way. It saddens me. Well they stuck the needle in him and he slowly left. But I hate myself for saying this but there was a calm in the room and thats when I felt his soul rise up to Heaven. It was a really hard day. Especially for my dad because he was his owner. I feel bad and eveytime I think back I cry even though I know he is in a better place well and happy. When I cry over it I feel selfish because at first I didn't care how much he was suffering I just wanted him to stay with me. Now I realize he is better now. He is with his brother Boomer and Bobby.