Hana was just over 3 pounds, everything about her was tiny, except for her eyes and her character. 

She came to me by chance at 10 months old, sickly and looking for a home. I intended to foster her until she was healthy and well-behaved enough to go home with someone else...but that didn't really work out the way I planned. 

Within 2 months she had stolen my heart and become best friends with my other chihuahua, Little Man. I couldn't separate them after they bonded, and I couldn't imagine giving up her incessant enthusiastic kisses. 

She was the missing piece. 

She always wanted attention and would bear the tugs and pinches of small children without any annoyance if it meant she was being loved and enjoyed. (Little Man will have nothing of the sort)

She spent many happy hours at the local bar, making friends with everyone, giving constant kisses to show her gratitude for being held, and heartily enjoyed the complimentary jerkey treats reserved for doggie patrons. 

Little Man and Hana would often be found sharing a glass of water from atop a barstool, but she knew the 2-paw rule by heart. Although she was a saint with humans, she would bark and charge at any dog (or cat) that dared cross her path, regardless of the other dog's size or demeanor. 

She was absolutely fearless for her own safety and oblivious of her size. She was full of love and life. 

The day she died, we had treats at the bar, we played and snuggled, when I looked down and she wasn't there, I thought she had just switched laps - being the super popular dog she was. 

But on this day, for reasons unknown, she ventured outside  without me for the very first time....I don't know if she followed someone leaving or if she was intrigued by something outside, Just that in the few seconds she was out of my sight, she was hit by a passing car and killed, a car that never stopped.

My heart hasn't stopped aching for her, my baby girl, and Little Man's best friend. We're a broken pair, missing our Hana.