Where do I begin to share the story of my darling Paige? I’ve known her since birth but didn’t begin to share her life with her until she was three years old. She was a quiet girl, docile, some might say. Sweet, oh my the sweetest, petite Bichon Frise that I have ever met!! She was loyal and stood her ground for whatever she wanted. A tiny bit spitfire she was. She fought the cancer with grace and loyalty to the very end! I miss her terribly and continue to shed many a tear for the loss of her capability to be next me me during my waking and sleeping hours. Paige was never one to give kisses. She only gave me one kiss ever, it was a day after her chemotherapy. I ask God why he took her so soon, she was only 11 years old? Young for a Bichon. I also thank god for Dr. Michelle Meyer for giving Paige and me more precious time together!!! My heart aches for you sweet Paige❤️❤️❤️