Ashley first came into our household when i was little. I grew up with ashley as a childhood best friend. She loved to play in the snow with me, and she slept with me every single night. We were the best of friends, and were glued together. In September 2006, Ashley had two cancerous tumers removed. She was great for a while. Then in March 2007, they came back. I was on my way home from my first dog show, (with another dog) and my mom called to tell me. I was heartbroken. The canceer spread to far, and wasnt able to be removed. Ashley was put on several medicines, and she was doing great. She would wear underwear, to keep the tumors covered. She did great. She was still herself. Then July 10th, we brought Ashley to the vet to get more medicine, but the vet (Dr. Lee) said she didnt look to good. i'm only 13 years old, and i have never felt pain like this before. The vet explaned it would be the right thing to do, so my dad and I decided it was best. I ran to the car in tears, and thoughts about losing my best friend. Everyone at the vet office was in tears also. That was the first time I've seen my dad cry. Ashley was peacefully put to sleep on July 10. She was greatly loved, and still is. I have been heartbroken ever since, and it hurts to not have her. I do have two other dogs, and they are just as heart broken. Tears run down my face everyday, when i wake up, and i realize it wasnt a nightmare, it was real. Ashley is missed very much, but i'm glad shes not in pain anymore. July 10th will always be in my mind. Not only did I lose a dog, I lost my best friend.