Tasha was found in my mother's garbage can just after she was born. She belonged to a stray and my mother and father took her and her siblings in. They cleaned them up and put them up for adoption. All of Tasha's siblings were quickly taken, but no one seemed to want Tasha. She was a runt.

I was born 2 years after Tasha was found in that trash can. Tasha had been my pet everyday of my life up until Nov. 19th, 2007 when we were forced to put her to sleep. She had been sick for over a year and it was amazing that she had even held on that long. Her nose bled constantly and they thought she might have a tumor in her sinus. We concluded that at 18, she was too old to recieve much medical treatment, so we let the sickness take its course until she started to get really really sick in November, 2007.

I remember coming home from youth group one Sunday night and being told Tasha had taken a bad turn and we were going to put her to sleep the following day. I cried and cried and cried and spent as much time with her as possible. She'd been my best friend my whole life and I couldn't imagine it without her. The day finally came and I said my last goodbye to poor Tasha and left for school. My parents took her to the vet and laid her to rest. I cried all day at school, and continued to cry over her for many weeks. I still miss her very much, but I know she's out of pain and in a much better place now.

R.I.P. Tasha... I will always love you and remember you. You were very special to me and will always hold a special place in my heart.