When I was around 12 or 13 there was a lady on my street that had two Yorkie's. I loved them from the first moment I ever saw them. I never thought about getting one though...my family just never had purebred dogs. Then in 1989 a stray came into my life. A scraggly, skinny little girl who was as cute as she could be. I tried for two weeks to find her family and nothing. I was so in love by this time that I decided she was meant to be mine. I was so happy to finally have a Yorkie...and having her confirmed they were everything I thought they would be. I had her for 16 wonderful years. I still miss her so much. I'm so blessed to have found my little boy four months later.
