The greatest beauty is found in the hearts of those who love, but how do you cope with the losing the one you love?

When Sabre came to live with me, he lived as if he'd won the lottery. All he ever wanted was a home, his own human, and a puppy. After his first nine months of life being ignored, his wishes were granted. In exchange, he left me, his human, a better person than I was capable of being.

Angel With A Tail (excerpt):

I know how foolish it sounds. I know some people would call me crazy, ridiculous, or maybe worse, but when it's cold and rainy or hot enough to make even the trees sag in misery, I look up at the shelf in my living room at the cedar box that holds his ashes like a gift that can't be opened. Somehow, in some small way, I still feel that I'm keeping him safe.

Of course I know the ashes are not Sabre, but I couldn't stand the thought, even imagined, that he might be wet and cold, or hungry, or miserable in the heat, buried in some lonely place that I can't always reach. In my head, I know he's gone. In my heart, his spirit is no further away than my fingertips. His dark eyes look out from his picture on the shelf with that fathomless wisdom I'd known for nine years.

The day he died, he was in perfect physical condition, except that he couldn't wag his tail. His strong, powerful back legs had wasted away until they could no longer hold his weight; they refused to move, lost to all feeling. His world, too, had wasted away until he could only drag himself from room to room.

The remainder of the book reveals through his antics a character of many facets with the ability to engender laughter, think and reason, and the compelling personality and presence that drew people and other animals to him. When I lost him, flowers were left at my door by neighbors I hardly knew, cards and letters came from friends for months. Two years later, his name still comes up in conversation, and I'm reminded that Sabre really belonged to everyone who met him. This book is the first non-fiction narrative dealing with degenerative myelopathy and the triumph of joy over sorrow.