Angus and I found one another when he was just 6 wks old. There was a tiny ad in the local paper from an elder breeder, who had to find homes for the last litter of pups as she was in poor health and needed to move.



A tiny Yorkshire Terrier puppy...when I got there...all his brothers and sisters had been adopted...Angus was the last one left...waiting for me to come and get him.



I named him Angus...a tough, macho name as a play on his tiny but independent nature..."tough like a bull"...



We were confidants and friends...and over the 14 years...he traveled with me everywhere, adjusted well to the house hold of 6 cats, but always held the number one position in my heart...



Angus became sick in March of 2005, and over the last months of his life he and I did everything we could to help eachother through the transition of his final days...I cared and nursed him...he always with as much as he could, acknowledged me and followed me around, finding peace in my arms when his illness robbed him of everything else



On Tuesday June 8th, 2005, when I know he had given up the fight...I called my cousin who was also my vet, and we made the last car ride together...I held him, kissed him, assured him that I was "right here" and loved him until he took his last breath...



I brought him home and held a quiet ceremony, and then laid him to rest under his favorite tree in the backyard.



My heart is so very sad, but I am so lucky that I had Angus as a part of my life as long as I did...we both were...