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Hello everyone, my name is Kathy and I have been here reading many times in the last couple months. You all sound like such understanding people, that I hope my post will not be delited. Though I do have a yorkie (peanut) today was all about my little "Taco Bell Dog" Betsy.

We lost her today during surgery to have the few teeth she still had left removed. She would have been 18 this spring. I knew there was a chance that she would not make it, and now feel so bad that I was willing to make her go through surgery just to try to have her for another year or two. I feel so bad that I did not just take her in to have her put to sleep. She had not eaten for days, and was so weak. She should have passed in my arms, with me telling her how much I loved her....not alone on the surgery table. I know my vet did all he could....he had been her vet for 16 years, and was almost crying when he came out to tell me.

Let me tell you about her please....I really need to tell somebody. The first time I seen her I had gone to a garage to see the paint job on my nephews car and there was a little girl of 4 swinging this little dog by her front paws...I walked up to her dad and told him...I'll give you $50 for that dog...thank goodness they sold her to me or I dont know what I would have done! I went back to work, and there I seen that there was something around her neck. I went over to the sheet metal shop for them to help me...the sob's had put a bicycle chain around her neck and it was digging into her skin...they had to cut it off with bolt cutters. That was the easy part...than I had to go home and tell my husband that I just bought a dog that would only let me touch her...she tried to take off everybody elses fingers! With time and love she turned into the most wonderful dog you could want. The odd thing was, she still hated little girls and I had to really watch her around them...odder yet was that she picked my 4 yr old daughter for her person. From the day I brought her home, my daughter did not play with her dolls any more. But we did have a dog, in a dress and diaper, wrapped in a blanked being pushed up and down the street in a little girls play baby buggy. My daughter says her first memory that she can remember was the day I brought Betsy home, so it has been really hard on her too. We still have our little yorkie (peanut) and my loveable mut (U.B.) but the house seems so empty. Twice I have already forgoten she is gone and went to get her treat bag for her (that is all I have been able to get her to eat for the last few days). I just miss her soooo much!

Thank you for letting me have a good cry and post my story about Betsy. Not everyone wants to hear someone cry about their dog...lots of people think I am off my rocker because I love my dogs so much....but thats ok with me because they give me and my family so much more than we can ever give back to them.

I am going to try to attach a pic of my babies so you can see how beautiful they all are.

Thanks,
Kathy