He was my little Chihuahua. He was the only thing I got out of my disastrous first marriage many years ago. One weekend my ex asked me if I could watch our little dog for a couple days. I said sure. After the weekend she called and asked when I was bringing Yankee back. I told her that she had everything from the divorce including custody of our daughter. The dog was mine and I wasn't giving him back. She fussed and fussed but I didn't give a crap about her whining.
I had him for 12 years. He got cancer and was in a lot of pain. He spent the last night of his life sleeping on my pillow. In the morning he drank a sip of water from his dish and barked goodbye. Me and my dad took him to the vet. I couldn't bear to go in and watch so my dad carried him in. 10 minutes later he comes out carrying Yankee inside my pillow case.
I dug a grave for him in our favorite spot in our yard and lowered him into the hole. My whole family was there. I said a eulogy and shoveled dirt on top of the little guy. My dad cried and stayed home from work that day. I didn't cry but just felt dead inside.
This was in July 1992.
Yankee is in heaven right now looking for his daddy. When he finally sees him his little tail will be wagging and we'll have a good time then.
I had him for 12 years. He got cancer and was in a lot of pain. He spent the last night of his life sleeping on my pillow. In the morning he drank a sip of water from his dish and barked goodbye. Me and my dad took him to the vet. I couldn't bear to go in and watch so my dad carried him in. 10 minutes later he comes out carrying Yankee inside my pillow case.
I dug a grave for him in our favorite spot in our yard and lowered him into the hole. My whole family was there. I said a eulogy and shoveled dirt on top of the little guy. My dad cried and stayed home from work that day. I didn't cry but just felt dead inside.
This was in July 1992.
Yankee is in heaven right now looking for his daddy. When he finally sees him his little tail will be wagging and we'll have a good time then.