My Sawtelle dog is Mia Mona Lisa. My husband rescued Mia as a puny little 8-week-old for my birthday when we were dating, now she is 5 years old and our first baby (albeit a fur baby). She is our oldest daughter and watches and protects our two youngest girls and now just recently our baby on the way. I have had complications in my pregnancy, and yesterday was a tough day. This morning, I awoke to find Mia cuddled against my belly as if protecting it. And before reading The Story of Edgar Sawtelle I would've just shrugged it off as her being cute and cuddly. But after reading Almondine's chapter, I know it is no coincidence. She has felt the nervousness, the stress, the worry in the house, and although she might not understand it or have the language to express it, I now know she does.