This has been a difficult weekend for me. My little Yorkie, Yoda, had to be put to sleep last night. His kidneys failed and he was at least 12 years old, so it was the best thing to do. Doesn’t mean I won’t miss him terribly.
He adopted us one day almost five years ago when he showed up on our front porch covered in blood. Turned out someone had kicked him and broken both his jaws and so of course looking for his previous owner was out of the question. It so happened that it was a couple of days before my sons left the state to go live with their dad for the year. Yoda got me through that very tough time without my kids because he needed nursing back to health. He was my little angel. I don’t know what I would have done without him. I miss him so much, but I know he is better off now because he is no longer suffering.