I adopted Gypsy from the Clarkston animal shelter in 2006. She was only a couple of months old. There were 6 other people who also wanted her, so the shelter super lined all against the wall then opened her kennel door; she ran to me and jumped into my arms. My daughter and I spent hours trying out diffrent names to see if she would respond to them. I was sitting next to a tree when she started stealing things out of my pockets; I looked at her and said, "Aren't you quite the little gypsy!" She wiggled from her tail to her head so she became "Gypsy." Gypsy would have been 3 years old in February of this year. She was very active and very brave; she chased 6 coyotes away from my house one day. Gypsy was a constant companion to me and a playmate to my service dog, Mercury. She kept me from being depressed and played with Mercury. Gypsy was diagnosed with Addison's Disease in November of 2008. We fought it with medication for 2 months until her system shut down for the third time. I had her put to sleep so she wouldn't have to suffer anymore. Gypsy was my baby; Mercury and I miss her very much.

Thank You With All Our Hearts,

Shewolf and Mercury M.