We got our Bosley, Yorkie, when he was around 2 years old. He was to be a show dog but becaused of his shy personality, his owner gave him to us. We had him for 5 years and he came out of his shell so sweet. He only trusted me, my 14 yr old daughter (his mommy) and my older daughter. He was very afraid of men. He was absolutely just prescious.
On the morning of March 2, my daughter let Bos out to do his business just as she has done for years. She would let him out the front door and he would do his business on his way to the back door. That morning, he didn't make it. I still look for him. I know in my heart no one stole him as only me and my 2 daughters could get our hands on him. He wouldn't even go far out into the yard. He only weighed 6 pounds and we only fear that 'something' got him. I still cry with guilt that we didn't protect him. My yard that I have always loved is now a very distrustful place for me as I know something invaded it and took my little dog. Tears flow as I think of the horrible death he probably suffered and we didn't know and were not there to help him. Hindsight only hurts. I do miss him.