I am 23 and do not live at home any more and now have an 11 month old puppy of my own, but ever since the Christmas of my kindergarten year in elementary school, our family has cherished the friendship and loyalty of our spaniel-mix Brittany. Tonight our friendship with her ended. She had had cancer for 3 years now, and at the time of initial diagnosis was given 3-6 months, but she just kept on keeping on, showing no signs of pain. It was kind of a running joke that she would outlast us all, but it was all too much for her today. She had a few large tumors which were over taking her and they ruptured, leaving her with surgery options, but my parents knew it was time. I will never forget her colorful bandanas after a trip to the groomers, or her leaping 5 feet in the air to nip the limbs of the pine trees as I mowed the yard, or the time she scared off a potential robber. Niether my brother nor I remember what it is like around the house without her, and she has provided us with over 17 years of memories. Her favorite snack was popcorn so the next time your watching a movie and your pup is sitting there wagging his tail, just give him a piece for her. To Brittany, our first dog, and the one we will no doubt remember most.