It was summertime about 11 years ago.. Us kids had always had the chore of taking turns feeding Two Bits, our Irish Setter we had grown up with since the day we came home from the hospital. My dad had told me to go feed the dog and make sure she had water right before me and my sister were going to go get ready to go swimming. I didn't think it would hurt to wait a little bit, til we were ready, to go out and feed her. As we were getting ready we heard Dad's voice yelling down the hall. He was yelling at me for not checking on her and kept yelling Two Bits is dead. We all ran out the door and I walked up to her laying on the ground not breathing with her leash tangled around a stack of wood we had piled up beside her dog house. I said maybe she's not dead maybe we could wake her back up maybe it just happened we have to try. Mom and Dad both said it was too late, she couldn't reach her water that was by her doggy house.. she died of heat stroke. I took her leash off her collar and sat down with her while the others went in the house. Cradling her. I kept begging her to wake up and take a drink of water so she would be ok, but she never answered. All I could do was hold her. Everytime a fly landed on her I swatted it away and told them to get off her. That was the longest I have ever cried. I blame myself even to this day.. if I had just gone out 10 minutes before.. maybe I could have saved her.