A little toy poodle that my mother brought home to me when I was about six.
A tan, curly haired bundle of energy that would run around and around the house when I would come home from kid prison because he was so thrilled to have me back.
He always knew when I was coming home and would wait with anticipation for me to come through the door.
He always wanted to be near me.
I suffered a broken heart for the first time in my life when I lost him. My sweet little Toby.
In honor of him, I called my next dog Toby--the greatest dog ever!
And now I'll stop because I don't feel like crying today.