Copyright 2011, CABS for Reflections From the Fence
We thought it would be Gallagher, Mr. G, that would be the one we would loose, he supposedly was the weakest and sickest of the clan. So, we are a bit stunned that we lost Tilly first.
I have always said that the comfort of the animal comes first and when they are miserable, it is time. It was time. She was lethargic, had little interest in food, and that dog LOVED to eat! All the efforts I was making to perk her up only lasted for a few hours, and, believe me, I pulled out every trick in the book that I knew to pull out. She was in renal failure.
We found a local vet, Southern Hills Animal Clinic, right here in Custer. They were very busy, but agreed to work us in around their other clients/patients. Thank you to the entire staff, they were terrific. Could not have asked for nicer, nor more compasionate.
Tilly was pure yorkie with a dash of imp. She totally won my heart when I brought her home as a pup and she managed to get to the top of the stairs, just as she is in the photo above. Course, she did not carry her bone up there at that young age. I am not sure how she got up there in the first place, I thought she was way too small to do stairs, but, she did. But, she was too small to get back down, and she won my heart by tipping her head sideways at me, as if to say, "here I am, come get me". She had me, I was mush in her paws, err, tipped head. She continued to tip her head right to the end, and each and every time she did it, my heart melted once more.
She also suffered from separation anxiety, she wanted her momma. But, she would be fine with Man after I left the premises. She was known tho to stand/sit and lie at the window and watch out it, waiting for me to drive up that long curved drive. She tended to lie there until I came home, or so Man tells me. I know that if I went outside and left her inside, either the house or Tana, she would be right there at one of the doors watching for me.
Yorks are terriers, I frequently say they are terriers, err, terrorists. They are pretty much fearless, some really don't like cats, mine don't. They have attitude, more attitude than should rightfully be in that tiny body. Yes, they have a high pitched bark, yip yip yip, fraid that comes with the yorkie body, err territory. It is all that attitude in that 3, 4, 5, 6 or 7 pound body that wins many yorkie owners over. Until you have owned a yorkie, or rather been owned BY a yorkie, it is hard to understand, but when you have been owned by a yorkie you will understand the phrase, you have been "yorked".
Tilly yorked me those many years ago at the top of the stairs, and I was never the same.
Rest in peace my Tilly, my girl. Mommy and Daddy could not subject you to any more discomfort here on earth, but, we do miss you so. See ya at the Rainbow Bridge, with Abby and Benjamin and Sebastian and all the kitties.
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....
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