Her left ear was the color of latte, a soft creamy caramel beige. A spot the very same color covered her lower back in the shape of a semicolon. Even though she had me at “woof,” this punctuation birthmark was the clincher. She stole my heart. She was ours. And we were hers. We met when she was just hours old, eased into this world by my middle sister, Sandy, whose small but mighty dog Annie had three healthy Havanese puppies in a litter of four. Sadly, one male didn’t make it. But two females and another lucky boy survived. They were all spoken for, except one. It was May…