I'm Gonna Miss Him...

We go through life, doing the best we can with our families, our jobs, our hobbies...our life. I do my best with raising Yorkshire Terriers, and think I do a good job. Sometimes, things are out of our control, no one's fault, just plain, dirty bad luck...

This last litter of Yorkies were all spoken for by the time they were seven weeks old. There were three puppies in all, and all three are as cute as could be, with personalities to match. My Yorkie pups are all AKC registered, home raised with loads of love, hand held from the day they were born, making for well socialized Yorkies.

Last weekend was going to their forever families weekend. First went "Zoe," she was the smaller of the two females. Then, later that night, "Gracie," the larger of the two females left with her new family. The male stayed with me until Super Bowl Sunday, going home with his new family just before the game started. They named him "Oliver."

Oliver was my favorite of the three. Maybe because he was picked out a week before Christmas and he had a name, which he knew! I do not think I've seen a happier pup, a more-proud-of-himself pup! He had these short, little legs, and would prance around like he was in charge. I called him, "Oliver Little Mr. Short Pants." My guy called him "Prince Oliver Short Pants." So you get the idea, Oliver was full of himself and just as sweet as they come.

Sunday, Oliver got to know his new family. He chased their cat around the house, napped on his new daddy's shoulders, and just charmed the heck out of his new family. The first night went like a breeze! Oliver slept in his kennel next to their bed and was such a big boy, first night away from our home. Not a peep was heard from him. The next morning he went outside to do his business like a champ.

The wife got ready for work and got a face full of kisses from Oliver as she left for work. The husband works from home at times. Monday the husband was home. He was being so careful with Oliver being down on the floor and around the house, but accidents happen, even sometimes when we're careful.

The husband took a step and landed his foot across Oliver's little body. He rushed Oliver to the ER Vet, but they were not able to revive the little guy. Oliver was gone.

My guy was told immediately, but he spared me the horrible news until after I left work. I hadn't quite made it home when I received the news. Luckily, there was a super market parking lot, right there, when I was told... I had to pull over and take a minute to pull myself together.

Monday, Oliver crossed that Rainbow Bridge, and is running through the fields with our Harley now, waiting to see us again someday. I cannot imagine how bad Oliver's new family must feel right now, they truly loved that little puppy and will miss him forever.