♥ My Precious 'Fur Baby' ♥

♥ ♥ ♥ Love Sweet Love ♥ ♥ ♥

My 'Little Guy' I Love Him

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For the Love of all creatures great and small...

Let There Be Love Joy and Peace In Your Lives

♥ Dad ♥ Sweet Grandma ♥ Charles ♥ Willie

♥ How Does My Heart Go On Beating....

♥ With So Many Broken Pieces..

♥ It Is Because Of You..

♥ The Ones I Love

Look Back: April 16, 2016 a Bittersweet Day. Willie made a new Yorkie Friend Forever ...Sampson "Sammy" McDevitt Most Adorable. Sammy and Willie are they related ? I love and adore little Sammy. I'm a Yorkie Mom ... Bless His Heart.

Willie received his first flag and rose, from R.E. Wood USAF Ret. Bless Your Heart. I graciously accepted this offering, for Willie was brave, loyal, with unconditional love.

♡ ♥ Diana McDevitt Eyler ♥ ♡ And Her ♡

♡ ʚ❤ɞ Precious Baby Boy Andrew ʚ❤ɞ ♡

Bless Their Hearts. Anytime of the year paint a nail on any one of your hands Purple.. As an Accent Nail.. To show your Love, Support, Awareness and/or Involvement To End Domestic Violence.

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Rainbows On a 'regular' commute throughout the years.. Charles and I would enjoy rainbows on a long country road. I wait for the day of healing where Rainbows will no longer be pain. When Charles' health was failing and in the hospital.. I let him know Willie was not doing well. Charles had said.. start making a scrapbook.. he's my little buddy too.

I just know every night I put my head on my pillow

without Charles and My Little Guy ... ...

I'll Love My Guys For Evermore ...

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Sired by Rusty Bucket. His weight 2.5 lbs. b.d. unknown p.b. Pierce County, Washington. Rusty Bucket looked like a silver yorkie. His given name came from the fact that he went out in his backyard and disappeared. When he was found he was curled up in a rusty bucket.

Dam information is unknown.

Only one brother went to live in the state of Alaska.

⟡ Wee Willie Winkie ⟡

(rhyme poem)

Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town,

Upstairs and downstairs in his nightgown,

Tapping at the window

and crying through the lock,

Are all the children in their beds,

It's past eight o'clock?

~ Author ~

William Miller

Dear Little Guy,

You were my first, to be forever. You taught me how to be a mommy to a fur baby. I want a do over. I've looked at beyond 1000's and 1000's of pictures of little Yorkies and none look like you. Your sweet or pouty face, height of your ears, your not so snouty nose and big bright eyes...

Little guy, you rarely left my side and wore your heart on your furry little arm. I never knew this type of love. My little Brave Heart, I can still hear you Breathe...

Love, Mommy

My Story~

I'm a purebred Yorkshire Terrier, my mom knows what's best and I'm her little baby boy. My given name is "Wee Willie Winkie". I'm called "Willie" and "Little One" and mostly, mommy called me "hey, little guy". My name was found in a small treasured antique book from someone dear to her, "Your Dog and Mine". The cover was royal blue, with a small gold embossed dog and lettering. I came into this world and grew to be 5.2 lbs and later aged to 5.6 lbs. I was born with a small white star on my upper chest, which stayed there my entire life.

Years before me, my mommy had the joy and sorrow of rescue dogs. So, she studied small breeds of dogs to find out what would fit into her world. A breed that could disappear and reappear like a charm. Tiny, with the hope of great longevity. She carefully searched for her longtime commitment to come true. Her long list was filled and she felt so was mine. We were a match! Like puppy people matchmaker dot com. Mom had to sign a form that I would not have my own offspring and that I would be neutered, what?

When mommy first saw me at a few weeks old, I was in a playpen with a few toys. There was no doubt in her mind I was her fur baby. I was given shots and she wrapped me in a receiving blanket and I snuggled up. She made a bonding basket for me, to go everywhere she was. I whimpered because I missed my fur mommy. To fix that, for the first year of my life, I was in a cloth pouch carrier that she used for her human babies. The pouch was up near her chest and I stayed nuzzled in real quiet now. Mommy was loving and was learning about fur babies. I liked to go out every 3 hrs, be fed every 3 hours, held continually and would whimper if I couldn't see her. I was a boy, so I didn't wear a bow.

I was a little pup with one ear up and the other ear down. Someone told mommy that a dog should represent it's breed well, woof. My mommy just grinned at me and hugged me with so much love. One day, that other ear popped up.

Now, Charles was a very tall muscular man. I was way down there looking up at him. I liked it that he picked me up and gave me the name 'little one'. He'd tell me I was his buddy and we were watch dogs together. He liked taking me for car rides. I loved getting back rubs and belly rubs, so I trained Charles. When he headed up the stairs I was right there with him, because I knew his routine. I knew he was going to sit on the edge of the bed and slide off his shoes(mom didn't were shoes in the house). That is when I would slide over his foot and flattened out for him to rub my back with his other foot. Then I would roll over onto my back for a belly rub. He was so careful. My belly is sooo itty bitty. They'd smile and say, where's ya belly?

When my fur started to grow out longer, it was uncomfortable, a literal drag. I would make a frown face and get mopey because I couldn't carry the extra weight of the fur. My legs were like tiny chicken drumettes. Mom and I both liked keeping my fur short like a puppy. Mommy discovered the Flowbee for pets and I got groomed and bathed weekly. Uhh.. Problem.. the Monstrous Vacuum had to be connected to the Flowbee. The hose of the drag around.. I would grab it.. shake it.. go after the bag of the upright and then.. whew! get myself back under control. The laundry room was nicely warm. It had a laundry sink used only for my personal bath, with a shower handle. I loved swimming in it. I got wise to her about the laundry room though and never followed her in there. I would peek around the corner of the doorway to keep an eye on her. I was on top of the dryer next to my tub. Mommy would sweet talk me and promise a new bone, for me to be a good boy, while getting a haircut and blow dry. My fur is hair. There was never any of my fur around the house or on mommy's clothes. That made her doubly happy ♥♥

I loved to stand in the rain or snow and put my face up towards the sky. I was in denial of how tiny I was. Mom easily wrapped me soaked wet in a towel, first saying stay before I could scamper into the kitchen. I was happy if she carried me anywhere. You'd be surprised how much I could drag in from outside off my little paws, from the fir and hemlock trees and more. There were thirteen trees outback dropping pitch and needles. That pitch would get into my paws certain times of the year and mom would have to shave my fur off.

Upstairs, I didn't like being on any bed very long because I couldn't get down by myself. Mommy had to get used to that, because she wanted to curl up with me. Since I was a guard dog, I would start pacing the bed. Mommy would be comfortable or asleep. She had to get up to put me down on the carpet, so I could go check my 4 checkpoints. I stopped at checkpoint 1 at the top of the stairs, to listen for any noises downstairs, before I would go down the two sets of stairs. I was fearless. As I got older, I got wiser. If we heard a noise, maybe downstairs, I held my ground. I'd go down the hall with mom, then I made her go to the top of the stairs by herself. I stayed around the side of the corner or behind her (no budging). She'd pick me up and take me with her down the stairs, woof.

There was this toy, a little gorilla named Bob (last name omitted). He made the sound of a gorilla. It made me go errr and feel like, quit it. A neighbor knew this. On warm summer days I would look through the screen from a stack of pillows, out the front bay window. That neighbor everyday would slowly drive by in his pickup truck and wave at me. He would call out the name Baaaaaub __________, and keep slowly driving down the hill. I gave him an underbelly errr.

Mommy would look at me all the time and say, what? To mommy and Charles, I turned around part way as I was leaving the room and said, "Whaaat". After 9 years I finally said it. Mommy and I were dance partners and exercised together. We loved music. I was very young and was getting warm on the floor vent. My tags got caught in the vent and I was choking. Mommy saved my life. I never wore a collar in the house again or got warm on the vent, not even if mommy was getting warm there. The tags scared me anyhow if they clanged against my dish. I was so tiny.. I wore a red soft suede kitten collar.

I was still quite lovable without feeding me all of what humans would eat. Mommy kept me on a strict kibble routine with a few approved treats for the sake of my health. The vet and other people knew better. I would put my head down and pout about it at times because the kitchen smelled so good. I wanted what everyone else was eating too. Mommy's ex and others did not understand and said she was mean. So they would slip food to me. Cheese made my nose real stuffy. No matter where my dish was, I needed to take a mouthful of dry kibble and set it out on the floor to look at it like I was counting kibble. The vet told me his dad called that take out kibble. I had a history of serious tummy aches.. some upchuck.. and sometimes seizures.. then mommy would wrap me in a blanket.. hold me close to her.. very slowly rock me and tell me I was okay. Mommy.. woofy love.

One of my human brothers loved taking food upstairs to his room and I'd be right there with him staring. He wouldn't feed me for fear I'd throw up. He'd holler MOM! please call Willie! Mom would get me and every time I got to have a biscuit for the same routine. When my human brothers weren't at home or grew up and moved away, I would curl up at their bedroom doors. I missed them. Mommy would show me around their rooms and tell me why they weren't home.

The backyard neighbor dogs, a Golden Lab and an Akita head butted our back wood fence three different times and got into my yard, without me knowing. The first time, all of a sudden my neck was in the tight jaws of the Akita and I was screaming. The Akita was being beat until he dropped me. I survived, but eww I was slimed. I was achy and suffered from PTSD. I would look left and right from the kitchen doorway and could not step out the back door onto the patio unless mommy went with me first. Mom very nicely told those fur guy's mom, she would not call her anymore to let her know if her dogs got in our yard. She will call animal control. Their mom said, they only wanted to play with me like a squirrel. WHAAAAT! That neighbor previously told mom the dogs had killed 7 squirrels (RIP).

Mommy liked to say, squirrels, kitties and crows oh no. I would run to the back door to look. She would say, the birds are our friends. One day a big fluffy cat was curled up out in the backyard. I ran to it, only into it, it was fast asleep. The cat went straight into the air, came down and kept running. I just sat and watched. The squirrels would run part way up the trees, turn around, face down and we would just stare at each other. Mom never left me alone outside. I had to investigate everyday.

I know mommy misses me. I had a love of my life (other than mom). She was my size, "The Pig". I loved her. She was soft, faithful, lovable and peachy. I wrapped my arms around her and gave her many hugs and kissed her.. I was never inappropriate. She sure loved being tossed around.. that was my girl. There was "The Cow", but there was no chemistry, not like my true love "The Pig". We were and are together forever ♥♥

I thought fetch was silly. I loved playing soccer back and forth with a small yellow Nerf ball. When mom was in the kitchen.. I was on the carpet of the doorway to the dining room watching her.. That's when I loved batting my Nerf ball to her when she was at the stove.. our fun times.. soccer.

Strangers called me a ratter, so mommy told me about my ancestors. I could flatten out my body to go under a piece of furniture to retrieve that ball. I would not go under anything unless someone knew where I was going, safety first. When I was a puppy I went to put a light cord in my mouth. Mommy showed me what things belonged to me and then I understood. About being safe ... I protected my family especially mommy. I knew if someone was not upstanding before anyone else knew. I would growl quietly and just a tiny bit to warn her.

I liked to root in the carpet burying invisible rawhide bones and vita biscuits (then quickly hide the real ones) ... and look around to see if anyone saw me hide them along the baseboard, behind the door or right in the middle of the bedroom floor. The ones that mommy stepped on with her bare feet ... for some reason ? I don't get it ? she called them, "Those Ham Bones"!

BTW.. it was our only local pharmacy that carried teeny tiny rawhide bones.

Mom kept my extra toys in a peach basket with the softest lining (for me). I didn't always keep them in the basket. When we would go visiting I would curl up in my basket at someones home. I travelled everywhere in a handbag.

Many mini beds (pillows) all over the house. At night I slept in mom's small wood childhood doll cradle next to her (until I started snort/snoring loud like a pig) and I couldn't jump out of the cradle anymore ...

Poem: Sometimes if I am very still, I can feel him. Not with my fingers that used to weave their way through his fur ... But with my heart. Sometimes when I'm quiet, I can see him. Not with my eyes that used to shine at the sight of his face ~ But in those special places nestled deep inside. Sometimes when I'm high on the mountain, I can hear him. Not with my ears that captured the happy sounds he made ~ But from echoes in my memory. And sometimes. . . the lonely times, I feel a terrible kind of sorrow. Not in my mind that cried out in anguish when he left ~ But from a pain nurtured deep in my soul. Sometimes....only sometimes... that pain can be hard to bear. So I climb high on the mountain, the cool wind in my hair... And remember how it once was, and feel this fierce kind of joy. Knowing that once upon a time for a little while . . . I had it all. ~ Sometimes, it is enough. Unknown

Revised: Because of how he passed away ... made it even more difficult to write about him. I would try to tell his sweet story and the flashbacks of that morning starting at 8am would start to jump around in my mind. All I hear is his crying and screaming so loud for me to help him. At first I thought he was having a short seizure, 2-3 minutes. He started to cry, but never to scream like this. He was screaming in pain for 8 long minutes, then he was silent. For a moment I thought he was exhausted because he was so still. We all know what our fur babies look like, sweetly sleeping That was something so adorable about him. He would have his chin down and give a little sigh. That morning changed me forever in having to see him the way he was. He was never a yappy little guy. He had the perfect intelligence to warn when someone/thing invaded our space. In his last year his hearing was fading. He was having trouble trying to get out a bark and it sounded like the coo of a pigeon. My ex had been grabbing his whiskers and the fur around his mouth, which was very painful. Sadly then, he didn't like to have his face touched except for me to ease on very gently. He couldn't hear my voice to calm him to groom his face. So, he was looking a little scruffy at this time. This had been really bothering me. He was always sporting an adorable puppy cut. Now there he was. I wrapped him up. I admit I was scared and very calm by nature. I just knew I had to take care of him. I did my best to make him look like his cute self again.

I Love and Miss you so much Little Guy, Love Forever ... Mommy

NOTE Animal Abuse: Quite often where there is Domestic Violence sadly there is Animal Abuse as well. My ex-husband dog-napped him for 42 days. He was traumatized having been taken away from me his mommy. I didn't stop until I got Willie away from my ex husband and his parents. Willie couldn't stop shaking because he had been abused. Back at home and in my arms he knew he was safe. Apparently he had been taken to a groomer and my little brave heart fought so hard. The groomer stopped. The story is incomprehensible. Willie was given a new unfamiliar life of food and toys. He gained about 2.5 lbs and could barely walk anymore. With great concern and sympathy his veterinarian asked what happened to Willie. It took patience and time and, painfully Willie was able to lose almost all the weight to be healthier to walk and be happier again.

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