On May 30, Memorial Day, I got up early that Monday morning to go outside and water flowers as I always do every morning. My three dogs always accompanied me, but one of them was extra special and very close to me. It was my sweet, loving and smart Chihuahua, Elvis. He was my baby boy who went everywhere with me and while at home everyday, he was right on my heels, sitting up on his hind legs like a squirrel always wanting me to hold him. He loved hugs and kisses and always wanted my attention. He actually thought he was a child by the way I treated him, and he was. We had such a close bond and he would actually say the word mama when he wanted his treats.