I have lost my precious baby girl, Princess. She never went by that name except when she went to see the vet. She was always "Baby". It was a sudden tragic loss of my girl when she choked trying to climb a pet barrier fence to try and get to her Papa when he wasn’t home. She was about 9 years old and was perfectly healthy, just having seen her Dr. for a check up and having surgery for a lump on her breast. She still had a long good life to live, had this accident not happened. My little puppy girl was a very special pup. She weighed 6.2 lbs. She was one four in my little Yorkie family. The others which I still have are Chewy, the eldest, Obie the second oldest, then Baby, and last but not least Emmie, Baby and Obies’ puppy girl.
Baby was the leader of this little pack, the voicetrous one. The one who kept the ohters in line when Papa told them something. She knew what Papa wanted, many times before Papa knew.
Baby loved her Papa, it was her purpose in life, to make me happy, and she did a phenomenal job at it. When I arrived home after a long day at work or just a run to the store the puppies would always be waiting for me to greet me, all excited jumping and barking, all waiting for there turn to give Papa kisses. I don’t think they could tell time. When it was Babys turn and I’d pick her up she would wiggle and wiggle till she got her kisses from Papa.
She was the first to wake in the morning, all happy to start the new day. She would come to me and give me wake up kisses so I would get up and take everyone out to go potty, since this was our routine since day one. They have a small doggie door that they use most of the time, but as I said this was our morning routine.
Baby used to love staying in bed after going outside to go potty in the mornings while papa got ready for work. She would try to hide under the covers so she could lounge or sleep in the bed all day but I would find her by calling her name and she would give away her hiding place by wiggling just a little.
Baby, at times used to sit at the opposite end of the couch from me and stare at me with those loving little eyes as though she was infatuated with her papa. I’d call her and she’d come over to try to give me all the kisses in the world and then I would give her her much deserved belly rubbing.
There is so much more that could be said,so many more memories of this very special little girl whom I miss dearly, I could go on and on. Suffice it to say I love my Baby and will always miss her till the day I meet her at the Rainbow Bridge. God bless you Baby, and be a good girl, papa loves you.