My dog, Joey - I had a dog named Joey. He was with me for about 14 years. He passed away about 3 years ago. He was more than a pet to me, in fact he was treated as a family member. My mom always made sure he had his meals on time each day. Our meals can be delayed but NOT the dog. Whenever he was hurt or comes back late (when he manages to run away) I always worry and pray for him as I would anyone I loved. Even if it is about one a.m. in the morning I will go out and call his name. I won't go to sleep till he comes back. He was a normal dog with his naughty as well as lovable moments but I must admit that I've screamed at him before especially if he pees in the house or worse, on my things. He has this thing about plastic bags, so I will always try to put them out of his way so that it won't get sprayed on. I wish he could have lived human years but I guess for a dog 14 years is a ripe old age (is it?). I am thankful that he passed away without being ill for long. I could tell that he didn't want to go...my parents didn't rush back on time to be with him during his last moments. I will always miss him. Good boy Joey.... you will always live in my heart. Love you always.