I got Sable, my little Pomerian, when she was 1 month old and weighed 1 lb.  I knew the minute I saw her, she was the one I wanted.  Her markings told me how unique she would be.  She looked like someone had taked a magic marker and colored the back half of her black, leaving the top half red.  Even though she was the runt, knowing they tend to have more health problems, I wanted her anyway.  For most of the 16 1/2 years I had her, it was just me and her.  She helped me through many hard times.  Always there to comfort me when I needed it.  And people who say animals don't have a personality, certainly didn't know Sable.  People were always telling me that she wasn't a dog, but "a person in a dog suit!".  She would make me laugh till my side ached.  Now my still side aches, but in a differnt way.  I'll never forget her and the joy she brought to me.  People always told me I had the most pampered pup around.  When I married, my husband was allergic to dogs and Sable certainly wasn't an outdoor dog.  So my wonderful husband converted our covered patio into Sable's room, otherwise known as the "Puppy Palace", complete with her own couch for us to watch TV together.  Her "prissyness" and her fiestyness were just a couple of her unique traits.  Even up to the day before she died, she was jumping and playing.  No one could believe she was almost 17.  I already miss her so much.  I keep looking or listening for her, but she's not there.  I love you Sable.  Thank you for bringing such joy to me and for your unconditional love.  I miss you!