When we got our first Yorkie, little Misty, I hired a girl going to medical school who lived on the other side of our apartment bldg to come over five times a day to walk, feed, and play with her when I had to go back to NY to see my father who did not have a lot of time left. When I needed to go back for his funeral a few months later, she had finished school and moved back east. I had the nerve to call her and beg her to come back to stay with Misty again -- I was going to pay for her round trip tickets plus a hefty fee for her time. I wound up leaving her with the vet, and I suffered mightily that week, for my dad and my Misty.
We are Yorkless now...my Hailey went to the Bridge on Dec. 23, 2006. We never got Yogi. His mother's daughter decided to take him, and it probably worked out better for him because she sounds and looks like her mother, just younger. He bonded with her right away. One of these days I have to figure out how to take him off my avatar.
Anyway, we're finally ready to get another Yorkie, maybe in the spring, which is a long drawn out effort to say we'll be back in that same exact situation. I would even rush back from errands and shopping just so I would not leave them too long. These little ones really wrap themselves around your heart. |