[melaniebosano]

I always wander along to the virtual room with the rainbow bridge in it. Then I read your first sentences and the tears start. Because I know how you feel.

Because the empty shell that is left when a little yorkie face is around no more is familiar to me too.

Because I can feel your pain along with my own. And no matter how long its been it hurts just the same.

My soul dog was Paddywhack, he was in the beginning a robust little chap, a Yorkie cross westie with a growl and a bite for anyone who dared challenge him. I still have the odd Paddywhack scar. The little dog was glorious and how I loved him he was my little rebel for years. Then the cruciate ligaments broke and I purchased a pushchair for the park. Then the stomach problems started and I held him so many times and cried. Then the cancer was found, he had no chance and I held him close, pushing chicken in his mouth, whilst at home - on the sofa they helped me to let him go.

Then the tears started - and they have never stopped.

So when I read your dedications to your little ones, the ones who have left you behind for a while I feel your sorrow. And together, although we don't know each other we hold our heads high and remember them after everyone else has moved on.

With love and blessings to all of you