I haven't been around much this week as we have had a family crisis. My husband's step-father commited suicide Sunday night. He was so very sick with Parkinson's and could not take it anymore. We had to rush to Bangor and had no choice but to take Ozzy with us. (although even if we had choices we needed him with us) That little guy...he sat on laps, gave out yorkie kisses...got the zoomies and had a roomful of devastated people smiling and laughing. I can't imagine any other dog having that effect on people. I watch my husband with him as he struggles to come to grips with his loss and I thank God that little Yorkie came into our lives. He is so special. For 5 months old he has been so good with all these new circumstances and I am so very proud of him. He is our Yorkie Angel
