I was at work, 12.24.05, Christmas Eve, bored waiting for the day to end at noon so I could go home. I happened to look through the local newspaper and saw an ad for Boston Terrier puppies for sale. I called. They had one left which they said they would hold until I got there. There he sat in a small enclosure looking so forlorn and sad. Little fat cheeks and a small black circle in the middle of his head, appropriately named Diamond. Needless to say, I took him home. For 15 years and 2 months, he was my “D”, Little Man, Fat Man, but he was loved every minute of every day and will be missed every minute of every day. I love you Diamond and I will see you again someday. Your Mom.