This is Kismet lying on his Bier,  among the flowers from his home.  I had to put him down due to a very aggressive cancer. He'd undergone surgery and homepathic care, but it became obvious we'd lost the battle.  I left him , resting like this, 24 hours for his soul to leave  his body, then wrapped him with his flowers, first toy, two blue ribbons, one red & my leapord flannel PJ top still warm from my body. He was to be cremated wrapped by my hand, the next day.
My name is Jane Richardson Mack,  Kismet & I were brought together under fateful circumstances 13 years ago. Kismet was born, April 5, the very day my husband Robert Mack died of Pancreatic cancer on his 61st birth-death day, as one departed the other arrived.
I'd discoverd this enchanting breed through the Pine Street Clinic,  working with dogs being trained to detect cancer on human breath. Learned there were puppies born in April, found only one male born the 5th, an unanticipated check arrived in the mail next day for the exact price of the puppy, a miracle as I was financially strapped due to Bob's illness.
 I named him Kismet, (or fate). He was everything to me, my touchstone, my heart, making me laugh, bringing light & joy into my life. He looks like the fairy prince he was. I miss him terribly and now the vet bills, gathering interest, must be paid. I just did what could be done, charging as his illness progressed, they add up to $6,500 including his cremation. I'm an artist, $$ is not happening, so I am reaching out to the Universe  for help. May the Magic that brought him to me, continue,  it would go a long way in paying not only the bills but keeping my Faith that Wonders can happen. Thank you.