Pebbles

Right now I am worried about my doggie. Pebbles is 11 now, and starting to show her age. She has always been "young acting". She still loves to play ball, but is just a little slower. Today Pebble had to go to our vet to have some lumps removed, one of which is in her mouth. Since they are already going to be in her mouth, I told them to clean her teeth as well.
I am really confident in our vet, he's a great Dr. I still am worried sick though. On the ride home from the vet, after I had dropped Pebble off, I cried & cried. I was just so worried about the possibility that I could lose her. I have a very strong bond with Pebble. Pebble was my first real rescue. God knows where Pebble would have wound up if it weren't for me taking her in. She was a bundle of energy when I got her back in December of 99. I was thirteen at the time, and wasn't allowed to have any more pets. So I took Pebbles anyway lol, and hid her in my room. I had a large walk in closet where I made a nice bed for her, along with food and water. During the day when I was home Pebble ran all over and played with Buddy. They got along perfectly. The story of how Pebble ended up a part of my life is still a bit funny to me. Mainly because the fact I was hiding her & the way my parents found out.
One night after night school, my mom drove up in front of the high school to pick me up. I noticed the dog crate in the back seat and knew I was caught. I had this horrible nervous feeling as I approached the car. Pebbles was excited to see me, but I was told I couldn't keep her. It turned out that when I left Pebbles at home, my father herd howling. At first my parents thought it was a dog outside, but then realized it was coming from somewhere in the house. When my parents discovered it was not Buddy, they were led to my closet where they found the source - 6 month old Pebbles! Long story short my brother had Pebble for a short time at his apartment, but she was too big for the apartment complexes rules, so in the end she came back to me. Pebble and I have never been apart after that. She has always been my dog. Pebble is one of a kind. She loves to swim, play catch (and ALWAYS brings the ball back, over & over), she can run without a leash and listens to my commands. Pebbles also will play ball by bouncing a large bouncy ball off her nose back and forth with me. She is so awesome. The best dog ever. I say this too knowing I have had 10 dogs in my lifetime. 6 of them are still with me. Buddy was my first dog ever, and he taught me a lot. I still miss him so very much, Buddy passed away at the age of 12 due to heart failure.
But out of all my dogs I've had the experience to live with (some just for a few days because they were temporary rescues) Pebbles has been the only one to always stick by my side. She has never tried to run off, and I can trust her. I LOVE that dog. Right now she is most likely in surgery. Pebbles vet called at 9 to talk to me about one of the lumps. So she is probably being worked on now. I just hope and pray everything turns out good, and my Pebble is healthy, with no cancer, and is back to her perfect self.