Bama was my birthday present when I was 4! My dad brought her home in a brown paper sack. She was pretty much the only thing we could ever count on growing up! Anytime you just needed to hold someone, even though she wasnt a lap dog, she would crawl up on the couch and lay with us until we were all better. She was also my favorite nurse anytime I was sick. It seemed to me that when one of our puppies got ran over (Snickers), Bama just wasnt the same. Soon after she got to the point where she couldnt stand up anymore, couldnt control any bodily functions and she developed tumors all over her body. She'll be put to sleep tomorrow afternoon, my parents can't bear to see her suffer anymore. I know it's selfish of me to want her here when she's in so much pain, but I can't think of my life without her!