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Unbelievable, but antiquated gossip columnist Cindy Adams was just on the Today show, blathering away to Katie Couric about seemingly the only thing she can talk about, her freaking dogs (no wonder Couric wants to move to hard news). Adams has written another book about the importance of yorkshire terriers, entitled Living a Dog's Life - Jazzy, Juicy, and Me — it's a stunning follow-up to her first lovemaking-with-terriers book, The Gift of Jazzy. Any crazy-old-lady vibe she throws off is amplified by the two lifelike yorkies sitting on her lap. They look so real, and yet they don't move.

So after devoting her column and two books to her furry friends, what's left for Cindy to talk about? More dogs! Specifically, Adams wants to continue tearfully recounting the life and death of Jazzy the First, her first yorkie that died after contracting bloody diarrhea in a kennel. We're paraphrasing here, but Cindy recounted the heartbreak:

Listen, just because you're a broadway gossip columnist doesn't mean you don't have a heart... [After husband died] all I had left was this little dog... I lost that dog and it was the only thing at that point that kept me alive... Jazzy slept with me, Jazzy lived with me. Jazzy is something every woman should have in her lives.

Then Couric makes the mistake of asking how Jazzy died:

The kennel — do I know what happened? — I sent him healthy, beautiful. I used to lay on the floor and feed him kosher chicken from Le Cirque. I don't know what happened to him. I went into the fetal position.

How ever did Cindy bounce back from such pain?

Well, I had to survive and get out of the fetal position. And then I got Juicy and Jazzy Jr.

These are the dogs who live with a gossip columnist. Brendan Frasier sent me a 2 page fax the other day, mad about something — I don't know what, though, because Jazzy ate the fax.

Only in New York, freaks, only in New York.