Prissy was our little white poodle.  Her parents were show dogs, but I never wanted to show her.  She was a pet and she slept on our bed.   I have always spent a lot of time teaching my pet many things.   I loved her as much or more than any person had ever loved a pet.  I think I actually worshipped Prissy.  The whole family loved her.   After Rick's death, sometimes I would be alone, and I would sit and cry.  When that happened, she would sit and look at me.  At times she would actually lick the tears from my eyes.  I always found a sitter for Prissy when we went to court.  Prissy, my poodle, gave me as much joy as was possible under the circumstances.
Excerted from the book Rachel--page 106