My beautiful Wilma passed away August 8, 2003 at 3:00 A.M. Her mom is my dog Snuggles and the dad is my other dog Bo. You'd see pictures of Wilma's family. Wilma passed away because she had a bad heart ever since she was born. We just found this out about a week ago when we took her to the vet. The doctor said she has a hole in her hear and she wouldn't live long and would never grow to be an adult dog. And the more she grew the harder it was for her to breathe. I am happy for Wilma because she is in heaven now not even suffering at all. I can tell she was suffering by the way she breathe every single day. Every single day I felt her breathing like that made me hurt deep inside. She was suppose to have surgery August 12, 2003 at 9 A.M. Also to put her on internal medicines. I doubt if she would of made it through the surgery because she was tiny and her heart has to be really small too. Although I had faith in my Wilma. The 8 weeks I was with her was the happiest times of my life. Now since she is gone she'd always be in my heart no matter what. She brings back so much memories and funny ones too. She had the perfect personality a dog or puppy could ever have. At night she'd sleep in my with her sister (Spooks), her cousin (Snowy), and mom (Snuggles). Wilma would always sleep on my pillow. Wilma would always chew on my brush when she got a hold of it. I have a brush in my room that I dont use. If I am not around, Wilma would cry/howl until I come and get her. When it was time to eat she'd go in the kitchen and cry/howl till i fed her. I loved that about her. When I get online she'd cry/howl wanting me to pick her up and when I do she'll want on top of the computer desk. That's what she loved. She wouldn't let me move the mouse around cuz she'd growl at me. I loved that too. She loves to go outside and play , I'd go in the front yard and if i dont let her out she'd start whining and I have to go back inside and bring her out with me. Now since she is gone it makes it harder on me cuz my house is filled with tons and tons of memories of her. I know deep in my heart that god made the right decision. Like my stepdad keeps telling me... god put u on this earth to live up until a certain time, when your time is up god will take u. It was her time to go. I will always remember Wilma