K.C. she was the love of my life, my best friend. When ever I came home I used to hide under my arms and call out "where's k.c.!" And she would try so hard to find my face to give me kisses, she was always so happy to see me and sad when I left. She always slept in my bed at night always touching me to make sure I was there, she loved her little squeaky hamburger till she tore it up and we got her a new one. She lost her eyesight but that didn't stop her from barking at another dog in the wrong direction. When ever I stood or sat on the couch she looked for me to sit next to me or my leg just close enough to feel me there. Then over night half her legs didn't work and she walked around with nowhere to go till she fell asleep, she stopped sleeping with me but she still wanted me to come say hi when I got home. Untilled the night she left when I got home she just layer there and whined till I came over. She has so much trouble breathing and I looked at my mother and asked if it was time and as she nodded I didn't want to believe that my best friend was going to leave me, and as she fell asleep I just wanted to hold and pet her. I didn't want to let her go, and even now I still just want to pet her one last time. I didn't know it could hurt this much. I lover her so much and I will never forget her.