Nikko was my “dog boy”. His big brown eyes could melt the hardest heart. Not having him follow me through the house makes this house less of a home. Not being able to kiss his nose and take him out for his walks makes me want to stop walking. I was there when he was born, and I was holding him as he went away. I will never be the same…he took a piece of me with him. I love you Nikko and I hope you visit me in my dreams.