When I was seventeen, my friend, Lori, and I went on a hike and found a stray mama dog with a litter of puppies. Of course, we both wanted to save them, so we went home to plead our cases. I was shocked and delighted when my parents said that I could take one puppy. We drove back to the parking lot where we'd found them, but it turned out that they weren't actually strays. Their owner said she'd be happy to sell me one, but not the little girl pup I really wanted. That one was already spoken for.
Rather than settle for one of the boys, I went to the pound and found another sweet tri color girl. I named her Megan, and we were inseparable for almost a week. Then she started vomiting water. We took her to the vet, and she died there. It was awful.