Early this morning my parents woke me up to say goodbye to my doggie, Bilbo (or bubby as we called him). As I held his limp body in my arms, I knew without a doubt that his spirit was with our Heavenly Father and that he was no longer suffering in an old body. Bubby entered into our family when I was only 4 years old, and he has been my most loyal and loving friend since. Anytime he heard someone crying, he would run to their side and literally cry as well. From the window in my house I watched my Dad bury him in our backyard. I can't help but cry every time i think about him, but I am grateful to have had such a loving spirit in our home. He will be missed, and I cant wait to see him again!