• My owner took us down to visit reletives, she didn't realize i was sick. I throw up in the car. when we get there she puts me outside. i go lay in the sun, can't eat, everything is spinning.they bring me inside and i sit on the couch. soon i'm sleeping. they pick me up and take me into a room i've only been in once befor, and the girl who sleeps there puts me on the bed and dims the light. I sleep at the bottom, but she moves me closer to the top. She rests her hand on my back, and tells me I'm a good boy. She whatches me through the night, weeping. In the morning i'm perfectly fine, no longer sick. Is she an angel? Did she heal me with her tears? I'll never know, but I'll always know, she probobly saved my life, and i'll never forget that. I'm a new dog now, I'll always remember her when i grow into an adult. She is my angel