My Best Friend

I met Millie a little over 10 years ago. We met on December 18, 1999. She was a little strong willed back pomeranian, and I was a young woman, in love with her from the moment we met. She was as strong willed, stubborn and scatter brained as I was. Over the years, as I have grown and matured, so has she. She made my house, a home. She brought Doug and I together and made us a family.

Toward the end of her life, she was wiser on my ways than I was. She knew my every move. She was there for me at my highest highs and my lowest lows. When I felt I had nothing, she would curl up next to me to remind me that I had the greatest of all gifts: a dog's undying love.

After Doug took her for what would be her last evening walk, she came home and gave me a look that said that it was time for me to let her go. The first weekend without her, I was numb. Every day after that, I have been able to feel again, a little bit at a time.

I will always miss my Millie. I will always love her and will remember all the lessons she taught me: love is unconditional with those you can trust, never trust someone your dog doesn't like, and never underestimate the value of a good belly rub.