I rescued Bitzi 23 months ago. Bitzi was a very small Yorkie. She had been severly abused and traumatized all of her little life. She wieghed 1 3/4 lbs and would have been dead within a week (the vet told me). I nutured and loved her to 3.1 lbs. She suffered seziures from her previous life, which was gut wrenching to her and myself alike. She became a happy baby and as normal as she could under her life's circumstances. I named her Bitzi because she was such an ity-bity thing. I added her middle name, Rose, because of her being so inqusitive, putting her nose into and checking out everything. I would say "what are you doing nosey Rosie"... Every morning I would get up early to let Bitzi and my other two Yorkies, which I raised from birth and are 13 years old. She would come in the bedroom to coax us into the kitchen to begin breakfast at which she barked the whole time. I maintained a dog food diet for all 3 of my girls for their health. But, once-n-awhile my husband would give them a bite of something from the table as a treat against my will. Bitzi became overly fond of this treat. She would come running from one end of the house to the other if she heard a chip bag rattle in hopes she'd get just a nibble. Bitzi loved to be scratched on her back at the area at the base of her little nub (tail).  She would raise her butt up and arch it like a cat, her little nub would stand as straight and hard as it could get, then nearly fall from her tiptoes as she sooo... enjoyed it! At bedtime I'd say do you girls wanna go nite-nite... The would all get right up and head to the bedroom with me. Bitzi would walk up the doggie steps and sit at attention until I finished dressing and got into bed. She would then walk up to my pillow and nudge me to let her under the cover. Once under she would curl right up against me just under my breast area. Sometimes she would streach out during the night and be laying on her side, her back against me, all four feet straight in front of her with her head laying on my arm like a human. When she had a sweater on she would walk half sideways with her nub straight up and hard as if she were enjoying the sweater rubbing her back area at the base of her nub. I would take her everywhere with me. She traveled to Las Vegas with me several times as well as Ohio, Kentucky, Temmessee, and litterally all over the state of Alabama. My husband travels with his job and I would go visit him at least 2 weeks a month and Bitzi was my constant companion. She was small, quiet, and content in any situation. I could take her into motels undetected. While traveling Bitzi would get a few extra treats beacuse she would go nuts if we ate and she smelled food on us. We would bring her a bite to pacify her. I would have it in a napkin and she would find it immediately and nudge my hand like a baby calf on an utter till I unwraped it and gave it to her. She was my shadow. I had to watch every move because she was at my feet all the time. I was the only one she trusted. She loved to stand in the sun and sunbathe. She would stand in one spot endlessly and sometimes I would have to make her come in. I love all my Girls, But Bitzi held a special place because of her being fragile, and her dependency totally on me. If I walked outside without her she would sit and look out the door till I returned and she was overly excited everytime. I miss her so badly. All of her things are here and I question God as to why he had to take her from me when she was so loved. I see dogs neglected and not paid attention to and wonder why God would take a Beloved Angel that was so loved.