Reflections
 

So, I am sitting here and I realize that at this time last year we had 2 dogs. My husband's English Setter Gatlin, whom we still have. We had my English Setter Abigail. She was very sick with cancer by this time of the summer last year. We were at that point where you have to start deciding at what point should we let her go and not let her suffer anymore. She had lost most of her hair and was very sick. She barely knew who we were anymore. It was so sad. By early August I had to make that decision and I was very depressed and devastated after that.

A dear friend of mine offered me a Yorkie mix puppy whenever she had some that fall and I jumped at the chance, not knowing if/when she would have some.

Then in January, the worst time of the year for me. Christmas is over, the weather is not well. It is when I am most likely to feel depressed and I was not doing so great. Someone offered me a 9 year old Yorkie and I took him home with me. Teek is the best! He is so great and he changed how I looked at my life.

March, the puppies were born. I let my daughter pick the puppy and it would be her puppy. However, my husband and I kept trying to convince her to take the different looking one and she didn't want that one. So, 2 weeks before we were to pick up her puppy my friend also gave me the boy puppy as well.

I sit here on the couch with a Yorkie above me, Teek. A little girl puppy between me and the couch, Raksha. A little boy puppy on the outside of the legs, Rowan. Gatlin is laying on the floor in front of the couch.

Reflecting on how much my life has changed for the better. I am surrounded by doggie love and my life is so nice right now. I adore these little pups (including Teek).

I never imagined last summer at this time that I would be sitting here with 4 dogs surrounding me. It is funny how you never know how your life is going to end up.

It truly is crazy how things work out! My mom hates animals and I'm only 17 so I don't get a lot of say in anything...in November she found an ad on the newspapers sight for Yorkie pups so we called and picked the curly haired shy one out of the 2! She let me keep him until January and I was devastated to see him move in with my grandma. In June I took him to get neutered and she let him stay until vacation. Now my grandma isn't feeling good and she's been remodeling so she asked for me to keep him a night last week...my mom said yes until she catches him peeing or pooping in the house (that's why he moved) so the next day I went to get some treats and toys from my grandma and ended up taking all his stuff! 1 week later and I caught my mom petting him and talking to him and even giving him food! Funny how things work out

A year ago I was brooding over the one year anniversary of my dalmatian, Tuki's death, commiserating with my dachshund, Anya, as both of us were very depressed over the loss of Tuki. Neither of us felt like doing or eating much. I didn't think I was ready for a new dog yet although I knew when I was that I wanted to get a yorkie. Fast forward to the week before Christmas and my partner called me at work one day and asked me to meet her out front. I went downstairs to our vehicle and there she was, sitting inside the car with a cute little male Yorkie she had just picked up for me for my Christmas gift! Fast forward to a cold, snowy night in February, a couple days before Valentine's Day, and in the door comes my partner with a wriggling, tiny, sweet little girl yorkie, tucked inside her coat that she had promised to pick up that day for my Valentine's Day gift.

These past six months have been some of the happiest of my life for me, my dachshund Anya and the rest of my family. Duncan and Little Miss Elliot have filled our lives with love, happiness and joy. They are two of the cutest, most precious, loving and mischievous puppies. We are happy once again.

I love it! I have three Yorkie girls surrounding me right now. And I wouldn't have it any other way! I have my sweet calm Rosie, my ever thankful for this home Mikki, and the crazy puppy, Lily. Life is good!

A year and a couple months ago I lost my Pitt Bull , Chewy after 18 years. I was devastated. And then a horrible tragedy took my 6 month old Marley ( my first Yorkie ) from me. I never thought I'd smile again in all truth. But right now I've got Marleys sister, Izzy lying in crook of my arm and a sweet sumo sized Yorkie, Toby, at my feet curled up in the dog bed with my grumpy cat, Chunk Master Flash... And a new little girl joining our circus on the fifteenth of July. And I couldn't be more content. If it weren't for Izzy and Toby, I would probably still be a terrible mess emotionally. But it seems these little creatures don't leave much room for sadness to get too comfortable. One trip around the sun and everything is a little brighter now.

What a lovely post :).

Reflecting:
19 months ago I had to put down my beautiful 17 y/o Matese, I thought she would be with me for a few more years, she was healthy one day, the next day she was not. I was not prepared when my vet called to say I had to say my good byes and put her down. I was devastated, swore no more dogs for me, losing them had become too over whelming. Cody came into my life unplanned, a gift to me from my vet.

Friday I was sitting in my back yard, It was a beautiful day, slight breeze, I was watching my little boy Cody running and searching for critters, running to me whining, begging me to help him get a critter lol, and I said to myself, I never thought I could ever be happy again after Matese left me, just watching this little boy running free chasing birds and butterflies filled me with such love and peace, and I said, life is good.

Yes,it is a lovely post. Very endearing to read.