While I don't really use the word lucky much, I do think of myself as being blessed in many ways. Despite all the pictures of my precious dog, Pixie, this page is not really about her. It is about the lady whose hands hold her on the day she was born and a few weeks later. She gave me Pixie as my 60th birthday present (she was born on my birthday!) and for more than 12 years now I think of Diana every time I see my dog. You see, my precious friend died just a couple of years after she gave me this gift of furry love and I miss her more than words can tell. We both shared a faith in Christ and I believe I will see her again someday when I, too, get to heaven.