Well, it's just about my Toy Poodle and Tinkerbelle.
Indy was 17 and he died Christmas Eve so I've been missing him somethng fierce. A couple of days ago, I was sitting in the living room crying over him and Tink brought me his favorite pink ball and put it in my hand. She has never wanted to play with any of his things. She just hoards them in her crate. It was so sweet. So we played with it for awhile and then she put it back in her crate.
This morning I was taking out the trash and emptied the bedroom one which never gets used much and there at the bottom was a bully stick I had given Indy the week of Christmas. He never ate them, he just hid them all over the house - usually in the laundry basket.
So of course I started crying and gave the stick to tink. she took it to her crate and put it with Indy's toys and brought the pink ball to me. She didn't even chew onthe bully stick! Isn't that just precious? Bless her little tiny heart.
So that's my story.