Natasha (Tasha) was a beagle mix that we adopted when she was 8 weeks old. She was a little terror from the day we brought her home. But she was "Our Little Terror". She was stubborn and absolutely refused to be trained. She had her own personality that made her, should I say unique? But she was also the sweetest hearted creature I have ever known. She had the distinctive Beagle bark (you know, the one that gets stuck) and barked at every stranger who entered this house. But then she would "bravely" run under the bed. She slept with me every night since I first came home with her. She would wait for me to settle down in bed and then "spoon" cuddle next to me. If I went out of the house for even 5 minutes, when I returned she would jump up and down and wag her tail like I had been gone for a week. She was and will always be my second child. I have an 18 yr old daughter who also is heartbroken about our loss. Although she tries not to show it I can see it in her eyes. We miss her begging at the table, trying to rob my 2 cats "Yodey & Harley's food. Even her unbearable Snoring we miss. And wow could she snore with the best of them. She had just recently turned 6 years old but in the last 6 months was very sick with an infection that had started in her ears but spread to the rest of her body. I took her to the vets a few times and there was nothing they could give her that would kill that stubborn infection..nothing. It finally spread to the rest of her body and her body just shut down. She was still the sweet "Tasha" we always had and will love, but she was a sad dog at the end. She was just so sick. Finally against my heart and all that is in me I decided to have her put to sleep. She was suffering so much she was not eating and her bodily functions were ceasing. It was the hardest decision I have ever made in my life. It has been 2 1/2 weeks now and I feel as if my heart has been torn apart. I miss her so much and sometimes regret my decision. But it is a selfish regret because in Tasha's place I would want the pain to end. And I am sure she forgives me for what I had to do. But I did it out of my love for her. I will always miss her till the day I die and she will always be my baby.....Tasha Rest in Peace My Baby......3/16/98.