This site is dedicated to Cindy. She was more than just a a miniature poodle. She was special; she was special in the way angels are special. When she was alive, her face alone brought smiles to total strangers. Her face was worthy of her spirit, and her soul. When she was alive, I feared she would die. I dreamed her death in every way imaginable. Cindy died in falls from high places, or in traffic on the ground, and perhaps one of the most frightening ways: I lost her. The dreams recurred throughout her life. Thankfully, she lived a long life and died old. Looking back, I know that she was an angel, because she taught me some valuable lessons about aging that I will use in the future. And now that she is gone, I dream her alive again.

..Cindy's mama