Last night I got the unfortunate news that my oldest Dog had been put down. She had been taken to the vet later that day to see what was wrong with her. As she wasn't moving or eating. It turned out that she was suffering from bone cancer, and so we had no choice but to put her out of her misery.

Pepsi she was named because of the colours of her fur. Black and brown, just like that of the soft drink Pepsi. We got her in 1998 when I was only six years old. Her breed was of a rottwheeler/german shepard cross. And even though she seemed deadly, her bark was much worse than her bite (I can never recall a time when she bit anyone).

She'll be greatly missed by our family and all who knew her. So if you could please keep her in your prayers, it would be greatly appreciated.

R.I.P, Pepsi, 1998-2005

~ Nolofinwe