Mo came into our lives at only six weeks old.  In fact, he wasn't totally weaned from his mother's milk, so we had to bottle feed him for a couple of weeks.  He was a Chihuahua/Min Pin mix and so tiny that his new 'Daddy' carried him around in his Tshirt pocket for a few weeks.  He stole our hearts right away and had us wrapped around his little paws for all of his short life.  He didn't do well with strangers, which was fine with us as we didn't want a 'charmer' that anyone would try to steal and it made me, 'his mama' feel safe when Mo and I were alone.  While sleeping with us each and every night, he would snuggle way under the covers and get so close that he would almost be under you.  He would greet his Daddy every night when he came home from work and sit with him patiently while Daddy read the paper then wanted to play ball....He never quite learned to return the ball to you, part of the game was to make you 'pull' it out of his mouth.  He was "Our Boy", our Little PeeWee.  We even referred to him as 'Little Brother' when talking to our adult children about him.  He filled our days and nights with so much joy and he left us so quickly that we're still somewhat in shock.  He developed Pancreatitis and spent three days in the pet hospital.  He was with us for about two weeks after being released when he relapsed about 130am and by 830pm that evening he was gone....all this on my Birthday.  Worse Birthday I've ever had in my 58 years.  He was a little guy, (only 12 lbs) but he left a enormous hole in our hearts and we know there is no replacing him.  We know that he had a soul and he is in a place for good little pets and we'll get to hold him again 'on the other side'...and we'll see him daily in our memories and love him in our hearts where he will be always.