From the day we brought her home we knew we lost all control. She ruled the roost. There was a Tiger, a Lion, a Great Dane, and a Doberman in that little Toy Pomeranian.Her name was Fancy Dancer, because she twirled around like Indian dancers do when they dance the fancy dance.She fought a collapsing trachea for the last several years. With medications she did well until the last couple days when she just sat and breathed through her mouth.We took her to her doctor and were a little wary when she told us she had changed cremation service companies. Our fears were so wrong. We were surprised when three days after her passing we received a beautiful Cherry Wood box her name engraved on the top. Of course we all cried when we saw the pretty velvet bag inside but when we opened what we thought was a generic sympathy card we all totally lost it. There was a imprint of her nose and a imprint of her tiny little foot. I can only say that the flood gates opened. You see Fancy Dancer had three moms. My sister, her daughter, and my self. We can’t tell you enough how grateful we are to Pet Passages for the care they gave our baby.