Tosha was my pet from the time I was 4 years old.  She was an Huskey/Spitz mix w/ blue eyes and wolf-like markings.  Everyone in the neighborhood knew who she belonged to because she had a habit of digging out and cruising the area.  Neighbors and friends would find her and bring her home again.  Tosha was a gentle, sweet spirited dog.  She was extremely smart and always the good babysitter.  Tosha refused to let anyone in the yard if I was outside playing alone but never became aggressive if my parents were there with me.  She loved the snow and she loved to give me kisses.  She became sick one day and we found that she had cancer.  I was heartbroken.  I still have her collar and it still smells like her after all these years.  I know, when I get to heaven, those blue eyes will be waiting for me.  She's been gone 14 years and sometimes it still feels like yesterday.  I was a freshmen in highschool when she died and I'm grown and married now. I wish Tosha was still with me.  No one loved me like she did.