Magic was my heart. She picked herself out of the litter when we went to see the puppies. Magic sneaked around behind me and bit me on the rear end. I knew I had to have her. Magic was my protector, my baby and my love. She had a litter of beautiful babies, two of whom I kept. She was young when she died, only six, but her “magic” lives on in her son and his daughter. Magic, mommy loves you and one day we’ll be together again.