Peachy was a good dog.When we got her, she was in a cardboard box along with her brothers and sisters. She was the only one with blue eyes, so we picked her. She did bad things, learned when she was a puppy, and never gave us grief. She was always there when we needed her; if we were sad, upset, mad, or even if we were just bored to tears. She always liked "The fence," which was what we called our house in Farwell, Michigan. She got along great with the cats; we've had 8 cats and they all loved her. They'd all sleep cuddled up to her on the deck in the summer. Peachy suffered from hip dysplacia at a young age, all the way to her death. She had a cancerous tumor on her neck as well, and the cancer unfortunately spread into her lungs and brain, thus rendering her incapable of breathing correctly and she was mentally retarded. I'd like to remember her as the happy-go-lucky German Shepherd that I had when I was four years old. . .but when you sit there and watch her die for six months, that's a little hard to do. On February 21, 2004, she was euthanized. My sister, her boyfriend, my step-dad and myself were in the room when it happened. They put the pink stuff in the catheter and we both hugged her until she left us. . .the same way she came.