An unexpected LOVE

ON A COLD AFTERNOON in January, Sentinel senior writer Marilyn Jones and Sentinel photographer Wendy Feldheim arrived at a Park Avenue apartment building a few minutes before their 1:00 p.m. appointment with New York Post columnist Cindy Adams. As they entered the lobby, Ms. Adams greeted them and took them 20 stories up in the elevator to her spacious, beautifully appointed home for a cozy-in-the-kitchen luncheon and an extended conversation about the most recent owner of Cindy's heart—her Yorkshire terrier, Jazzy.

Although Cindy hobnobs with politicians, celebrities, and royalty, and spends most evenings at galas, the theater, or dinner parties with the glitterati of New York society, since her husband, Joey Adams, passed on several years ago, this tiny munchkin of a dog—Jazzy—has been the center of her life. But Cindy's affection for Jazzy means more to her than just having a cute pet to brighten her day. For Cindy sees that Jazzy came into her life to show her the real meaning of love—and that because God is Love itself, neither she nor anyone else can ever be without it.

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