I remember the first time I saw your picture online, just beautiful. I was looking to purchase a Yorkie, but I kept coming back to you, my little Shorkie Girl. Full of energy, and a playfulness that would melt your soul. Our time was short together, and I can't believe you are gone. I seat hear crying,remembering the days and nights we spent together. I close my eyes to sleep, and I see your beautiful face smiling down at me, it's so hard to move on when you put everything you have into something so special and sweet. I see your face, and can picture you curved up, in my bed beside me. I can't bring myself to take down your things and put them away, I guess I keep hoping, I will walk in and you are there waging your tail and jumping up for me to pick you up. That ride to the hospital was so long, and to watch you take your last breath was so painful I keep replaying it my mind. What happen? Why are you gone? How can you be playful one day and gone the next? My soul is hurting, I want answers... Tears won't stop falling down my face, to allow me to finish.