Thank you, Dr. Forslund,
I have been thinking about you and have been meaning to write you and let you know I am doing ok. I haven't stopped thinking about Alabama, but at least I am not standing there in the morning anymore wondering what to do because she is no longer part of my normal routine.
I have found some comfort by voicing myself on my Facebook page. Alabama had a lot of friends. A lot of people walked through that house while I lived there with her, and a lot of people took a shine to her. It made me happy she always seemed to have someone there petting her, talking to her and playing with her, if I wasn't doing it at the time.
Those final moments still last as a bitter sweet memory. I couldn't let her go on, I saw her fall over that day, she was laying down all the time and in obvious pain. . . but I miss her so much and keep wishing she was still here.
Everything you and your company did for us was amazing and I can’t thank you enough for allowing me the best way possible to send her off. It's something I was trying to prepare myself for the last couple years I had her because I knew she was getting up there in age. What I didn't expect was for her to get all those health problems, but I am glad she didn't have to suffer with that for very long.
Again, thank you for everything you have done for us. I wouldn't have had it or wanted it to have happened any other way.
Vincent
Memorial to my Best Friend, Alabama
My best friend, Alabama, came into my life when she was four years old. She was passed down to me from a former roommate who was moving to an area with strict, breed-specific laws. I had only had her for a short time prior but we instantly clicked. I couldn't think about subjecting her to the chance of ending up in a kennel or worse. I have owned or been in the presence of dogs since as far back as I can remember as a little boy. In High School we had a litter of 6 Dobermans, who lived out their lives in our homes and in our beds. Lucky for me I had a family of five to help care for them all. But something about Alabama clicked harder than any other pet I had owned. She had adorable, almond-shaped eyes, little white feet, and a small patch of fur that looked like a heart on the back of her neck. I projected so much love onto her. And she gave it back ten-fold. 
Earlier this year in April I had suffered internal bleeding at 3 a.m. in the morning. I had to call 911 as I felt my body shutting down and I began to black out, but before I could even say anything to the operator I had passed out and fallen to the floor next to my bed from too much blood loss. When I came to, Alabama had apparently woken up from her sleep and was hovering above me looking me in the face. She was my angel and just waking up and seeing her is an image I will never get out of my head. Even at the hospital, as I woke up and passed out in ER while they were trying to give me blood transfusions and find out what was wrong, the only words and thoughts that came out were "Someone needs to look after Alabama.” She was my emotional support, my mental support, and even my physical support. . . she changed my world.
She was very well behaved, and liked to try and stand on her head. She made me laugh all the time, and I couldn't imagine life without her. . . and I don't, I think about her every day.
At the age of 13 my baby girl let me know it was time to go. Her health was no longer in top form, and she started to show signs she couldn't hold on anymore. I had scheduled an appointment at the end of the week, but after she suddenly began getting worse I had to switch my appointment for the next day (thankfully Dr.Forslund was very accommodating to this emergency change in schedule). On 6/18/14 at about 4:30 p.m., with Alabama laying down on my bed where she slept, I said my last teary goodbye. I pet her soft face for the last time and looked her in the eyes for the last time.
My routine has changed and I no longer need to care for her well being. There is no more need to rush home to play or go for walks—but she is with me every day in my thoughts and memories.
The service that was provided by Dr. Forslund was a godsend. I can not tell you how much it meant to me: the attention, flexibility, comfort, and service they provided for us. I was torn thinking about taking her to the place that made her so nervous (the vet), and I wouldn't even contemplate taking her to a place where all they do is take the dogs into the back and the last image is of your dog being taken away from you and you are not the last thing they see. Not for Alabama. Like a lot of dog owners she wasn't just a pet, she was family. A quick search on my computer led me to Home Pet Euthanasia and I think, like Alabama, I instantly knew after a quick browsing through the website that these were the people we needed. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Rest in peace, Alabama. I love you always.
Vincent Nazario
Buena Park