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Originally Posted by sammiz  My gosh! You found a Yorkie in the middle of the road?! Could you please relate the story behind that? |
Some of you may have already heard the story of my precious Chester, but I never tire of telling it, so here it is again.
I was taking my stepson to a baseball camp one morning. It just happened to be trash day and I saw what I thought was a crumpled up paper grocery bag in the street. When I got about 20 feet from it, a little head popped up and it was obvious it wasn't a trash bag. When I picked him up, I was so upset. The poor little guy had almost no hair, one of his eyes was swolen shut, his ears were bright red and drooping and the smell was horendous. We went immediately to the vet and dropped him off as I had to be at work. They were afraid to touch him as they thought he had mange. They said he was a Yorkie.
Turns out, the dog belonged to my ex-husband's neighbor (yes, we lived in separate houses at the time - a long, boring story not worth repeating). My ex got pissed because I hadn't asked him for permission to do anything with the dog (yes, now we all know why he's my ex!). He ran into the owner at the gas station and told him where the dog was. THREE DAYS LATER he picked the dog up at the vet. I paid the bill.
My ex knew how devastated I was and I guess maybe felt a little guilty about what he had done. I told him if he ever saw that dog running the streets again to grab him. A few weeks later, he comes walking in the door with the dog under his arm. He was so pitiful. I took him to another vet who told me to either spend a lot of money or put him to sleep. His skin, eyes, ears, and everything else was infected. The vet guessed him to be between 10 and 12 years old.
It took me two years and $2500.00 to nurse that dog back to complete health and we were inseparable for five years. My friends still joke that he had no legs because I carried him everywhere. Chester was the most perfect dog that ever walked the face of the earth (I know, I'll get some argument on that one, but we're all entitled to our own opinion).
I took Chester to a friend's house one night in October of '05 and left him a minute too long in the back yard and he fell in the pool and drowned. In hindsight, I realize it was probably a blessing. He was completely deaf, going blind, and had arthritis. I never would have wanted him to suffer any more, in any way, so I consider it God's way of not letting that happen. He was between 15 and 17 when I lost him and he had, at least, five wonderful, happy, totally spoiled years with me.
Chester is the one in my avatar. As you can see, he had a beautiful, full coat and his ears stood perfectly. I still have a photo from the day I found him and the difference is amazing.
God bless you my sweet Chester. Mommy still misses you every day.