I thought of you with love today,
But that is nothing new.
I thought about you yesterday, and days before that too.
I think of you in silence. I often speak your name.
All I have are memories,
And your picture in a frame.
Your memory is my keepsake with which I’ll never part.
God has you in His keeping.
I have you in my heart.
It’s amazing how many times I’ve said that one of our dogs lived life on their terms. And Pickle is another little guy who did just that. He was lucky to have found the perfect permanent foster family who had the experience and patience to deal with a 16 y.o. Yorkie. He had a personality twice as big as he was and a mind of his own. He loved his family unconditionally and it was mutual. Pickle got his name because he was, well, picky!! He was picky with food and picky with people! He loved to sleep on his bed up off the floor, like a king. He also enjoyed his walks to the stop sign and back and getting all the cuddles that he could.
Darling Pickle… you were loved and will never be forgotten…