He came to me in such a beautiful and sad time. He was a baby, and he gave us the saddest eyes. He was driven 150 miles by his old daddy, Danny, to our house in Port St. Lucie where he lived to love us and to make us happy. His favorite song is Poker Face, he would jump at our presence, and would whine when I had to leave him for work, that is why I had to make sure he had a sister and a brother with him all the time. He suffered before he died. I didn't really want him to go. I wanted to do everything for him, but life is not about to allow that for us. I do wish things were a little different. He died in my arms and I cry when I remember him. Life will not be the same without him. -Jan