Nayla would have been five on January 1st. She was a beautiful little ChowChow with the most magical disposition. She came to me as a baby, a little fur ball filled with love. My son, just four years old at the time, fell in love with her and she with him. Soon, each night she spent snuggled up on his bed. She seemed to offer him safety from whatever demons the dark night can bring into the imagination of a small child. She would smile and dance, snuggle and play. She was quite a spirited dog for the breed. Last Thursday morning as my son readied for school, she got loose and although we live in a fairly rural area, she found the road. When I was calling for her return, she ran back across the road and was hit by a car. She died instantly. I still look for her although I know she is gone. My son calls for her in his sleep and then remembers that she is not coming back. We have a few dogs but Nayla girl was our favorite, the sibling my son does not have. It seems a cruel joke that she died trying to come back to me. It's even crueler that the man who killed her could only think of the damage to his BMW and submitted a bill to me with freudulent claims of damage. I hold on to the fact that Nayla is dancing and playing and will never forget the love that we gave her. We certainly will not forget the love she gave to us. Of all of the pets that we've loved over the years, Nayla was the one in a million that reached deep inside of each of us and touched our hearts and souls. When she smiled, everyone around her smiled too. Her playfulness was infectious and her love was uplifting. We miss her now and will always. Death is a huge remind to not take anyone or anything for granted. Live,love and remember that the only thing in this life that is truly of any importance is our relationships with those we love.