Two years ago, my Mother asked me what I wanted for Christmas. I knew a trip to Hawaii or Mexico would be out of the question  so I aks if I could have a dog and she said yes. Then my Mom got sick and was in a nursing home and we all knew she was going to die. I looked and looked for a dog and finally found one at our local shelter. I was able to take her to see my Mom so that she would know I had gotten her Christmas gift. My Mother passed away on January 20th, 2007, but the gift she gave me lives on and in my heart, so does my Mother. I miss her very much.  I named my dog Gypsy because Mom and I had been talking about Gypsys shortly before she died.