My little girl, my constant companion for the past 12 years, followed me everywhere, even to the bathroom. She didn't like to be separated from her Mommy.  She was a character, she saw nothing wrong with getting up on Auntie Wendy's counters or tables, just so she could be on the same level as the big dogs. She had her own chair at the kitchen table so she could sit with the family during meals. She had the happiest little yodel, and her "whoo-whoo-whoooooo" announcing someone's arrival home would always bring a smile.  Although she looked like a very serious little girl, she was very happy and playful, she loved to hide her biscuits all over the house, she often brought my nighties and bras downstairs if I was gone longer than she expected, and she especially loved to play the under the cover game and tug of war with her boy Mikey. I'll especially miss our bedtime cuddles, she loved to get up on the bed and cuddle up with me, and once I was settled, she'd get down and go in her own bed or move down to the foot of the bed.  Peter's going to miss having the little hoover around to clean up his chips and popcorn!