My yorkie Lacey was crazy about my dad. My dad was the one who picked her out and surprized me with her after school. (I was just getting over the lost of my first dog. My chihihua who we had before I was even born) Lacey slept with my dad. And was always on his lap while he read the paper and watched TV. My dad works offshore 7 and 7. So, he did not get to see Lacey every day. But, when he would come home, her face would light up and she would run in circles around him. When she died, he built her a custom made coffin and buried her with her favorite toys. And he cried, just like I did. |