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At the end of March I ran a Collared about a dog named Amy. I rushed it in after hearing that the pup had been diagnosed with liver and spleen cancer. Her owner, Jerry, was hoping to make it home from Afghanistan, where he'd been serving in the war, in time to say good-bye. He did.

Well, Jerry just emailed me to say that Amy finally passed away. And he wanted to share a little about what his best buddy meant to him. I have to say that after running hundreds of Collared pets over the years, all turned in by people who love their animals, it was clear that Jerry's bond with Amy went beyond the norm. He loved her deeply. Our thoughts are with Jerry on his true loss:

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I want to let you know that Amy passed away on the 3rd of June. She fought a great battle against cancer but it was her time to go and to say it has not been hard on my family I would be a liar.

She went otuside and just laid on the grass. I thought, well maybe she was just trying to cool off. But this was at 12:30 at night. When I went out to get her in the house and she would not move so I asked her what's wrong and she looked at me and she was shivering and I knew it was bad. So I laid on the grass with her until my parents could take her to the vet's which opened at 9 am. Before she left she looked at me on the grass where she was laying and licked my hand as if she was saying, don't worry and don't cry, I love you and everything is going to be ok.

I carried her to my parents car as I could not go to the vet's. My Mom said they were all crying at the vet's. The vet said that her heart rate was at about 200 bpm and it should be about 90 bpm. I miss her and worry about my two cats who are lost without her but we will manage and we will get another lucky little pit in time. I am looking forward to the two cats chasing him or her around the house.

What she meant to me. Wow. Well to be honest she came in to my life right after my little brother was killed in a car wreck and she was special even as a little puppy. I remember when she would try to bite down on my middle finger with her tail wagging as she thought she was the biggest thing in the world. Every time I came home from overseas she was there waiting for me at the front gate to take me down not by the middle finger but by the forearm with her tongue trying to lick on my arm and her tail going crazy.

I do miss her. I always had pictures of her everywhere in Iraq and Afghanistan as she was keeping me safe. A lot of people would have given up on her a long time a go, but not our family. She had two ACL operations and fought cancer but it was an all around effort to make her life the best that anyone could give her. I always heard people say when I come back I want to come back as your dog which always made me chuckle.

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