http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/26164669/?GT1=43001
My thoughts! Hes a f-n son of a #$%* for not thinkin of the dog.
True. There were oh so many times when I was close to killing myself, but I just couldn't leave
Sasha behind. Even if I could, I lived alone, and couldn't allow Sasha to fend for himself until found.
Sasha was an angel. He kept me going when nothing else could. There were entire days that I spent crying, trying to decide if I could go on. Sasha would lay beside the couch, and every once in a while he'd sit up to have his head scratched a bit, and to let me know he was there.
I'm sorry that man's German Shepherd couldn't be that for him.