Story and photo submitted by Stephen

This is Sandy, resting by my feet, as I write this. She is an old dog now, going on 11 or 12, we don't know for sure. We had rescued her as an abandoned dog when she was estimated to be 2 or 3 years old. She appears to be a Shepard - Golden mix. A loyal dog that has never left my side. Several years ago we were walking in a local state park, I had just gotten over pneumonia the week before, it was an early January Sunday, I had gone about a 1/4 mile from the car, a bitter cold day only in the low teens, I went into respiratory distress, my cell phone? was back at the car, my albuterol was at home! This was dumb! I looked down at Sandy and said, I'm sorry girl, looks like I'm going to die right here. To my amazement, she whimpered and laid down at my feet. Well, God had other plans, it took 45 minutes to walk the 1/4 mile to the car, but we made it. What a loyal gentle dog she is. Sandy is old now, and feeling her arthritis just like me. The time is coming soon I know. But, she's been a great dog.