I have always loved big dogs with a passion, but then I met Aslan the Pomeranian. Never in a million years did I think a little dog could offer so much love, and joy! Boy was I wrong on that one. One cold winter day, my younger sister found Aslan all alone, cold and lost in the streets of the Bronx. She immediately took him in, but in desperation with no where to keep him, she asked if I could hold him until she could find a good home for him. I was resistant because I lived in an apartment that did not allow pets, but I said yes anyway. How could I resist? It worked out real good. I had him for a little over two years, and I fell head over heels in love. I loved him more than life itself! We were so close it wasn't even funny! He was my best friend, my little Puppy Face. For sure, since my sister said she was looking for a good home for him, I thought I would hear her one day tell me the sweet words that I could keep him. It didn't quite work out that way. Does it ever?

One horrible day during the summer, I'll never forget, my sister came over for a visit. We engaged in an argument for reasons I can't recall. I'm sure it was something really stupid. After it was all said and done, she took Aslan away from me in a second with no regard, and my heart shattered into a million pieces. I had a feeling I would never see him again. My heart broke like never before, not even the way a heart breaks over a split with a first boyfriend, or the way a heart breaks when someone close to you sleeps with your boyfriend! With no regard for my feelings or Aslan's, I had no choice but to resent my sister at that time. I fell in a deep state of depression for almost a year. Life was unbearable without him. You pet lovers will understand what I'm talking about. It's amazing what pets can do to the soul huh? So after suffering for too long, I went out and adopted my very own Pomeranian that no one could take away from me. Of course I wasn't looking to replace Aslan, but instead, looking to heal my broken heart. My pomeranian did that and more. I cherish everyday with him, and never take him for granted. So for several years after, every once in a while, I was able to see Aslan, but with no quality alone time, and never once a sleep over. Of course when I could, I'd whisper in his ear how I felt. He responded, and told me how he felt, and we had a deep understanding. He passed away in December 2005. His spirit is with God. One day we will be reunited again, and nobody will be able to break the connection, and strong bond that we always shared, and will share. A love like that never dies. God Bless You Puppy Face. I miss you terribly!