Tons of love in a tiny body--that was my Beau. When I fell and broke my leg and wrist, he was my constant companion. He sat with me day and night, giving me love and support and the will to get better so I could take care of HIS needs. I tried to fill his last days with everything he loved--long walks (in the dog stroller), since he could no longer do it on his own--his favorite foods and treats, and as many cuddles and hugs as he could stand. He died in my arms, knowing he was loved beyond compare. There will never be another like my Beau.