She was a Christmas gift, in a basket with a red ribbon, a tiny Silky terrier, small enough she fit in the palm of my hand.  She owned me, not the other way around.  She had a mind of her own and she never let me forget it.  She was my little joy and I will never forget her.  She died on a windy, cold October night.  I had let her in the backyard and realized she had not come to the back door and it was dark.  I called and called her and went looking for her.  She was curled near a bush as if asleep.  She was gone and my heart was broken.  I will never forget my little companion and friend, my little Ginger.