I was told that Sz is Mandarin for 4 and he was the fourth puppy born. The minute he was born, I held him in my hands. Eleven years later, I held him in my arms when he died. I never bonded so completely with any living being as I did with Bowser Sz. He slept at the foot of my bed all his life and when illness prevented him going up and down the stairs, I moved my bed into the dining room. He went to work with me every day and on sunny days he would lay outside but he was always watching to be sure I was still where he could see me. Sure, there were and are lots of other dogs in my life but I'll miss him every day for the rest of my life.