Charlie, my 17-year old Yorkie, went on to his next life yesterday. When my Husband took me 13 or 14 years ago to look at this Yorkie who had been returned to his breeder, I found him living 24/7 in a crate--lonely, shivering and so eager just to be touched. The rest is family history.
He joined the household which included a lab and 2 cats. Jumped into my lap at every opportunity, including when I was at the computer which was a bit of a juggle. He distained the English Shepherd and later the Austrailian Shepherd who came into my life so I'd have a walking companion--something a Yorkie just isn't suited for and in his later years as he started losing his eyesight, he still managed to follow me from room to room.
I pay tribute to you, Charlie. I will miss you. You will always be in my memories.
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