She was a stray Maltese/Yorkie cross who was my foster dog from the Humane Society. No one knew her name so we called her Poochies. I only had her for 2 weeks she passed and this afternoon February 16 2001. She was about 14 years old underweight had cataracts and didn’t seem to hear all that well. In the time I had her she started to improve she wasn’t as depressed as she was when we brought her home. She wagged her tail every time you would look at her. If you were sitting down she would come up to you and put her head on your leg and look at you with the saddest brown eyes I have every seen. I had hoped she would evenutally began to forget whatever she had gone through start eating more and enjoy life again. Sadly though she got sick yesterday and I brought her to the vet and was told that considering her age the best thing would be to euthanize her. I stayed in the room with her because I didnt want her to think that now I was leaving too. I held her and cried for her when she passed away. I just hope she knows that I loved her and I won’t forget her.
Lisa