It has been almost a year since Trixie had first come home with me, and 10 months since she has been gone. I find myself still crying over things that remind me of her and just wonder when, if ever it will get easier. I think the hardest part of all is fighting with the breeders because it turns out that she had a birth defect with her liver and they chose to keep this information from us. Once she was in our home I wouldn't have given her back for the world...but it just kills me to know that there are people out there that don't care about animals, and these were breeders that many of my friends have yorkies from and were highly recommended and well researched. I know Trixie can never be replaced, and I would never want to do that, but I just hope one day I will reach the point when I will be comfortable enough with opening my heart up to another Yorkie. |