I found you tied to a park bench in the freezing cold November 2005 rain. Only six pounds, and hiding under the autumn leaves. The Veterinarian said you were abused..... We were together through the loss of other beloved pets, and the horror of the "wasband" leaving the next January. You slept in my bed that night. A comfort I can never forget.|
You were a brave, feisty, little Yorkie/Chihuahua mix (maybe.) That next summer you were so well behaved after two surgeries for your broken elbow. You feared no dog, or person. You chased your cat siblings; even though they were bigger than you.
And how you missed Friskie, your boyfriend, when he died....you continued to sleep in your shared bed..
Goodby, after almost thirteen years together. Your little sick heart is at rest.
I wish you really could be here....little man dog. Your little yellow Ducky is still here as a remembrance (plus your little paw prints.)