More: Pippin will forever be my soulmate. I had the privilege of watching him take his very first breath that early morning in April and, unfortunately, his very last one late morning in November last year. When I severely injured my back, he realized how frustrated I was from dropping items and went about picking them up for me all on his own. He was so devoted to his new task that I had him certified as a therapy dog. He was my heart. My soul. My Little Man. Never to be replaced.