THREE  years ago I was diagnosed with chronic heart failure. The Dr told me to "get my affairs in order", I was both sad and angry.  To make things even worse, my dog Molly gave out on me on a road trip. I came home from Alabama alone without her. See we were going to ride it out together,  so I'm sure you'll understand how devastated I was.  To cheer me up, my brother wanted to get me a puppy, but I said I won't be around to raise her.  He said it won't hurt to look will it . So I looked and  it was love at first sight. I was whole again, whole enough. or so I thought.  So I took my  Maximiss to the dog park, where I met a beautiful girl throwing balls for all the dogs except hers.  I was intrigued  so I said hi and that its awful hot and she said her AC was broke and I fixed it and thats how it started.  Well I could go on but the short story is I love her very much and her whole family too and now I'm marrying her because they love me too. I felt bad for leaving every one , and got talked into going back to the doctor to see if there was anything I could do.  He said I need a defibrillator as soon as possible and so now I am ready TO FIGHT!  So if you can help out, it would be greatly appreciated.