My sweet Dodi passed away, last week, and we are heartbroken. As I make my way through my sadness, anger and grief, I'm beginning to feel fortunate. Dodi lived a long, healthy and loving life and passed away peacefully in her sleep in my daughter's arms. As devastating as that was, it was the perfect way for her to pass. She was not in pain and she was being cuddled by one of her favorite humans. We adopted Dodi when my daughter (who turns 18 this week) was a toddler. Dodi was 5 months old. My daughter was enamored. She would wrap Dodi in a blanket and carry her around like a baby. Whenever we had company, Dodi was quick to make friends, climbing on chests, necks, demanding attention. Everyone fell in love with her. As Dodi grew older and my daughter got busier, my two youngest children would argue over who got Dodi. She was always sleeping with one of us. I miss her. I think she has ruined me for any other breed. She was an amazing soul.