Summer was with me for 10 1/2 years, but it wasn't nearly long enough. She was ornery, silly, loving and beautiful. When she became ill, it was such a shock--she should have had another 5 years or so. Her death was devastating. I held her all day the day before she died; it was the day my Broncos won Super Bowl 50. I was lost and my house was way too quiet. It took me 7 weeks to fill the void with another little rescue, but I often call him Summer. That will stop in time as I become used to knowing she is waiting for me at the Rainbow Bridge.