My first true love was my heart dog Bonnie. When I was 14, my parents surprised me with her and I am pretty sure I cried for a whole day because I just couldn't believe she was mine. She became my best friend and she never left my side. Every weekend we would be at the barn, rain or shine. She came on every single adventure with me no matter what. I would literally beg my mom to not leave her behind if we went somewhere. Most times when you grow up with a dog, they are the family dog. Well not Bonnie... she was my dog. She came with me when I moved out of my parents house. She was with me through all the struggles I faced as I figured out life. This dog was my life. 
A few years later I met my husband and few short years after that she started having some very strange issues. She started falling down the stairs and not able to jump on the couch so I became very concerned. The multiple vets we brought her to were stumped and we had no answers and no treatment for her decreasing mobility. A month later, at the young age of only 8, she lost complete use of her back end. She could not walk or use the bathroom on her own. She stopped eating and became very thin and lethargic.