I got Lola for my son, but the first time she slept with me she was my baby from then on. My granddaughter was born just 2 weeks before we got Lola, and everywhere Chloe was, there was Lola. They were like sisters, if Chloe had something, Lola wanted it and visa versa. She loved sitting in the sun and wrapping around my feet at night. If she heard my voice elevate, she was there to comfort and relax me, trembling yes, but brave enough to stand her ground and give me the companionship and comfort I needed to realize that everything is the small stuff. The love she gave me was so huge, and it came in such a small body. I built a house, was in the process of raising my son and helping with my granddaughter, managing 6 homes, and yet couldn't be at the right place at the right time to save my best friend. Life is so cruel, and complex that when she went I wanted to go with her, because I knew as good as I had it, life would never be as good as when we were together, cuddled in bed, sharing a potato chip, reading a book.
I loved her so much, her little licks, her soft fur, her adoring looks, her need to be with me, anytime...anywhere...my best friend...my beloved soul mate.