I had the distinct privilige to live with Nemo, a chubby Bichon Frise for eleven wonderful years. Like so many others I had started the “I want a dog” mantra at the age of four. We recently even found a handful of written petitions i had done for my parents over the years. The answer was always a rigid no. The summer I turned fourteen my parents had started warming up a bit to the idea of us having a puppy and so on one hot summer afternoon we drove to “just look” at the puppies. There were three puppies left, a very wild girl, a painfully shy boy and our Nemo. The perfect middle child. That summer I didn’t spend one minute apart from the dog. He was there for so many occasions, always letting me hug him when something felt like the end. He was so smart, so beautiful, so funny and he will always be my best friend. Last summer his hip was dislocated and we had to make the painful decision of letting him go. It’s been a year and not a day goes by I don’t think about him or talk about him. Now we are in process of getting another puppy but Nemo we’ll always have a special place in my heart.