Anyone who has ever had a dog knows there is only one "that dog", and there is no other dog that can take its place. That is how I felt about My Little Mimi. As a young girl, I always wanted a dog. I finally got my wish in the forty-fifth year of my life. It was a long time to wait for a four and a half pound teacup poodle. She was the runt of the litter, adorable and smart, and I was immediately hooked to the other end of the leash. My love affair with her continued for more than thirteen years, but when she died suddenly from kidney failure the emptiness I experienced was much more than I could have ever imagined. My sorrow grew deeper and deeper. So deep were these feelings of loss that I soon discovered it was more than just the absence of my dog. I came to realize that Mimi's unconditional love and devotion to me was similar to the relationship I had with my own mother. Though my writing, the journey I took gave me a renewed understanding of my own mother's death and the...

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