Last year, during an online painting class that I took, I painted a portrait of Pearl. I'm glad I did it before she left us—it would've been too hard to do it after. To preserve the memories of great times with her, I also put together this shadowbox. It holds her collar and heart-shaped tag with the last bow that the groomer put on in it, her favorite toy, a grungy pink squeaky ball and her AKC papers. I've also included a favorite picture that I took of her, coincidentally the day we got the pathology report on one of her mast cell tumors. I had taken her to DQ that evening to drown our sorrows, 'cause that's how I roll. Finally, the box of memories includes the last piece of Pearl that we have—a tuft of fur from her wonderful plume of a tail. I'm so grateful that Tabatha thought to save that for us. I still plan to go back down to the Plaza to the Three Dog Bakery store to buy a handful of Jump and Sit Bits. Those were her favorite treats, although now that I think about it Pearl never ate a treat she didn't love, but they were the perfect size for our little girl. The last time I went there I took her with me and was holding her while looking around the shop and she pooped—right into my purse—and on top of my iPhone!! The staff was great about helping me get everything cleaned up. Even that is a good memory.