Friday night, the dog my Mom and I have had for 12 years died. Nikita lived a good, long life. She was without a doubt the sweetest, most playful pup ever. Even though I've moved (she lived with my Mom) and Chris and I now have our sweet kitty, Lemon, Niki was still my puppy and I loved her. Pets become so ingrained in our lives and it's hard when we lose them. It's like losing a member of the family. It is losing a member of the family. Mom laid her to rest under a dogwood tree where she liked to play and chase the squirrels. I hope she's happy. And I'll always miss her.