We knew she was dying from bone cancer. 200 ft is all that stood between her and living to see another day. Instead, one misstep and the inevitable transpired; A clean snap of her right front leg. I will never forget the yelp she released on that Philadelphia sidewalk. At home, we carried all 85 lbs of her from the car to the front lawn. I took one last look at her big brown eyes whilst mine filled with tears. Even after nine years, my time with her felt too short. Nevertheless, I attended school the next day – pretending like nothing ever happened.