When I first saw the little Papillon with the airplane ears, I laughed and said, "I want the Sheltie."  But, we took her home and watched this little thing learn how to jump up on the bed, how to tell us when she needed to go out, and how to let us know what she needed or when she did not feel too well.  She melted our hearts with her loving, gentle spirit.  She was there when "we" became "me" and it was just we two.  A kind soul there to greet me, barking so happily (and loud, too)...but, loving me no matter what and always following me, foot to foot.  Oh, how I loved her so, that Butter girl.  I read some comforting words that said "nothing is created or destroyed...it just is" ... how appropriate for this life we live...it just is.  I love you my dear sweet friend and shall miss you so much.  I take comfort in knowing that you did not suffer and that you were well loved in this realm of life you shared with me.  I thank you for the unconditional love as many never know it.  You will always be in my heart and my angel whose name I know.  Butterfly Little Mama Giordano ... my Butter girl.