This is kind of an emotional page. My Nana is the reason I got a Pomeranian; she had them all while I was growing up and I always wanted one. She lived long enough to see him just barely get his Service Dog coat, but not to know the full depth to which he helps me, or to get to know *him* as we were not able to visit at all during the year we got him and he was growing up. I truly wish Nana could have known Sirius, what an amazing dog he is, and how very important he has become to me. I credit her with instilling in me a love for this amazing breed. I know she would have loved him.