If you read my blog, “Donating Food to the Animal Shelter” you probably know that I had a dog named Rush. My Dad got him at a pound in Florida. He had Rush before my Mom and Dad even met! Which means my Dad had him before I was born, so I grew up with Rush. When Rush was outside in our backyard, every day he used to chase the shadows and the squirrels. Rush literally felt like my brother. Every night he used to walk down the hall and he would come jump up on my bed to sleep with me. My parents and I called it ticka ticka ticka.(That was the sound he made coming down the hall) Rush passed away on December 1st., 2006. We had to put him to sleep because he was 14 and he was sick. The last thing he ate that day was a bite of my Big Mac. I miss Rush so much and I wish he could still be here. R.I.P.
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