Lola: My 14-year-old chihuahua Toby died recently from cancer and the house was so quiet and lonely without him I couldn't bear it. I went to the shelter on a Saturday and adopted a little girl that could have been my Toby's little sister. She was scheduled to be put down on Monday. I named her Lola because that was the first thing that popped into my mind as I looked into her big brown scared eyes. They said she was unadoptable because she was so scared and timid. I took her in a back room and she calmed down immediately and melted in my arms. Everyone keeps telling me how lucky she is but she is the one who saved me. Her antics have brought a smile back to my face after losing my beloved Toby.