Thank you all for your kind words...it truly is how I feel, and how I treat all my furbabies. I consider them "innocents"...and highly intelligent. They do, after all, learn OUR language better that WE learn THEIRS.
It is especially sad for me to read posts such as this OP's...those who have 'inherited' rather than 'chosen' a furbaby. They 'expect' one thing from the 'acquisition' but when they find the reality differs substantially, there is a feeling of being 'overwhelmed'..."What have I gotten myself into?"...and "How can I restore my life to the way it was?"...("and without ticking anyone important to me off!"
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The acquisition usually happens along with plenty of other stresses and they just want to press a 'button' or give/take a 'pill' and have everything all magically fall back into place. It usually doesn't work that way.
The simple answer is that their life has forever changed...same as with an unexpected pregnancy/birth...and they can accept it, fall in love with it, or dispose of it. Their life, however, stays forever changed in certain ways regardless of their 'handling' choices.
If this OP seriously wants to 'fix' everything, but lacks the 'tools' and is drawing from the only prior experience available...which is 'incorrect' for this situation, I thought perhaps a little 'insight' might be useful for this change in perspective. Transition of an orphaned infant would be expected to be fraught with certain difficulties, and require unprecedented compassion from most of us...but how the OP see this canine and it's situation is important. Transition for a Yorkie...or other beloved furbaby...to a new home where the rules are not yet clear, is absolutely no different. If one wants to make a difference, one needs to know what that difference is that must be made.
I have a friend who's friend passed and she took his Yorkie/Chi mix. She knew the dog, and loved him, and the transition was smooth.
On the contrary side, I took two cats from a dying friend. The cats knew me...had known me all their lives, but "wrenching" them away from their dying mommy, who asked me to come and get them as she could no longer care for them properly, set them so on edge, that if they'd had front claws, they'd have torn me limb from limb for the next few days. Has she passed BEFORE they came to live with me, the transition to my home could have been much different. I understood their predicament, and just kept loving them through their trauma, and soon I had two more very loving kissy-face lap-sitters.
I do hope the OP comes back with an update of progress being made. Whatever is done, it should be done WITH THE BEST INTEREST OF THE YORKIE IN MIND, because this baby has lost it's beloved Mommy and deserves no less...and the OP will be in for a very pleasant surprise when this baby turns on that Yorkie-tude charm.