In writing this to you, I hope to bring peace to my soul and comfort to my heart, because right now it is in a million pieces.

You came to us as a pup, and yes, I really didn't want you all that much. Your dad and human sister convinced me that we needed another Yorkie to keep Tasha company. Well, that didn't work out so good did it. Tasha was 12 and set in her ways, and welcoming a new puppy into the house was not on her agenda. Also, the old, "I will help with the new puppy" went out the door right away, as everybody else was busy with school, work or whatever. I frankly, didn't know how to deal with you because I had never had a puppy before because Tasha had already passed puppy-hood when she came to us. You were a little monster to house train, and then when you figured out that Tasha didn't want to play with you, you decided to beat her up a lot. Remember, when you bloodied her nose. I was so mad at you and wondered if I was ever going to like you at all. You see Tasha was extra special to me because we got her when I was going through a very difficult time, and she helped me in so many ways. She and I had a special bond, and I didn't want to let another dog share it. Slowly, but surely, we formed our own special bond and it grew and grew over the years. We would have so much fun playing with your ball, carrot and banana, and when you were younger--your walks. When you started throwing your ball across the room, I couldn't believe it--you were such a little tike with a great pitch. Our special rides in the car to run errands, and I am so glad for the last one when we went to Starbucks not knowing we'd never do it again. Even giving you your medicine everyday became a special routine for us. You were such a good girl when you took it too! Your little handshakes for treats were so cute. You had the shortest little legs and you would put your leg out to the side so sweetly for it--I called you a low-rider. Your kisses were sweet and loving and so welcomed. I never heard you growl ever, and your little bark was music to my ears. I am sorry for the last day when you got in distress and I didn't realize it. Your heart was failing and I didn't recognize the signs--I just thought you were having a bad day. You didn't complain; you were just dealing with it. When I picked you up and cradled you, you looked at me so sweetly and then went away. That look will forever be etched into my memory--never to be forgotten. I am glad you were with me and not on some cold table at the vet--you went in your own way. Thank you for coming to us and for all the joy and companionship the last 12-1/2 years. I was so lucky to have you. Run and play at the Bridge, and I will be there to pick you and Tasha up one day! Love Mom

Lexy - Yorkshire Terrier - 3/5/99 - 11/5/11