Dog Breath

From: Becca (FlavaCrazze@aol.com)
Story type: Angel
Location: In my mom's mini van
Source: Form Submission

This is a true story and it happened to me. (The dogs name is Patchie) Well my mom had this sheepdog that at the time was sixteen (if I can remember right). He got real sick, could hardly walk, and so my mom, feeling bad for him, put him to sleep. My mom cried for days. Not to long after he was gone we were going to go somewhere. My mom had to get my dad his ice water, because it was going to be a long trip. So I sat in the backseat by myself when I feel breathing on my neck and the lower part of my face. Patchie's breath used to smell a certain way, and that was the same smell I smelt. I knew that Patchie had come to say goodbye.