Jenny was a dog that everyone loved. She was the kind of dog that when you were sad or sick she knew it and she would just lay there with you until you felt better. She was a beautiful tri-color sheltie. She was born early in the morning on a school day. I was only 4 years old at the time but my dad let me stay and help. Her mother, Cosette, was also the same dark brown color as she was. Over the next couple weeks I would take the litter and put them in one of my doll strollers and transport them around the house. We sold all of Jenny's litter but Jenny. Jenny was suppose to be my dad's dog but she chose me instead. She started following me around everywhere i went. To the bathroom, to take a shower, to get the mail. Where ever I went she was right there behind me. She slept on my pillow right next to my head. And that was how it was, always. She was my best friend, the one I could tell everything to. And shes gone. It has only be 3 days but it feels like a lifetime. I had all these plans to do with her. All of our other shelties, including a black lab, lived until they were 15 and some 16, so i just assumed thats hwo old she would be when she died. She died at 11. When i got my liscence we were suppose to go out for a drive to the park and get an ice cream, one for me and one for her, just the two of us. When I went off for college i was suppose to come home on the weekends and take her out to the park or where ever so she knew i would always come back. But i was there the moment she took her last breath at 7:02 p.m., laying there with her, and I was able to tell her goodbye and that I loved her and that I would see her again. The worst parts for me right now are when I have to go to the bathrrom, or shower, or go to sleep at night, or just go into another room because shes not there. But I will always remember how much I loved her and how much she loved me.