Just yesterday my London passed away. She would have turned 8 this October. I've been so sad, and feel so lonely even though I still have Teddy and Livie here. And it's because every night London would come looking for me, I would hear her quiet squeeky barks at my bedroom door, wanting to come in. And then she would bark at the side of my bed and just stare for me to pick her up. And then walk on me so I could massage her little belly or ears. I'm so used to hearing her little footsteps in my hallway. Just hearing the way their paws move I can tell which yorkie it is, I'm sure a lot of you can relate. They all walk, sound differently. I can't shake it that she's not here, I miss her so much
