I have so many thoughts and memories concerning CC, that it is hard to put into words. I had owned a little yorkie prior to CC who lived to be 14 1/2 and passed away with Cancer. I had no idea that I would ever connect with another pet after that, but CC stole the heart of everyone that came in contact with her, especially me. She had the sweetest little face and a dynamite personality. She never met a stranger. Even people who were not particularly dog lovers, couldn't ignore her (well, she wouldn't let them).
She obtained the nickname "Cat Patrol" because we own three cats and she always kept them in line. If they were playing between themselves, she would run and break them up and they would go their separate ways. Then she would go back and lay down where ever she had been laying.
From the very beginning, I would hold CC while I drove. She was small enough in the beginning that she would sit on my chest cupped up in my left arm. As she got bigger, she still sat with me while I drove, however, she took up my whole forearm area to hold her and she had to position herself so that she was looking out the driver's side window and would occasionally look around and give me kisses, which made it difficult to see the road, but nonetheless, I enjoyed my kisses.
When she started having noticeable problems and we took her to the vet, we initially thought we were going to be treating pancreatitis, not knowing how she got it, but signs showed this diagnosis. When my vet did all that he knew to do, he recommended for us to admit her to Georgia Vet Specialists to try and find out if it were more. Turned out to be renal failure, still undetermined how, at such a young age, she could have acquired this. She stayed in the hospital from Thursday until the following Wednesday, when we brought her home. We were about an hour away from the hospital but we went to see her every night after work and talked with the clinic several times a day to check on her. When they told us there was pretty much not anything they could do, we opted to bring her home. I held her for a long time in bed talking to her and then put her in her little bed and left her bed next to me in bed. She gave me a kiss and we went to sleep. That was at 11 pm. I suddenly woke up at 3:30 am and she didn't respond to me.
She loved to be talked to like a baby. For Christmas last year, my husband built her a ramp to make it easy for her to get on the couch. Prior to that, if she so desired, she would jump on the couch, but would rather sit at your feet and "ruff" for you to pick her up and put her on the couch, where she would lay with me, or lay on the arm of the couch.
My husband used to tell me that she didn't understand what I was saying, but he learned after he retired, and spent more time with her, that she understood everything. She would respond with licks, which I called "kisses" and he hates to be licked by a dog in the face.
Our 3 1/2 year old grandson loved her, even when he aggrevated her and she growled.
She was one of the lights of my life and she will be sorely missed. I have struggled with putting her in the ground, which is odd, because we have buried other family pets but we have chosen to cremate her and have her with us, so if we ever move, we can take her with us. This is NOT to minimize our love for our other deceased pets, there is just something pulling at me not to bury her. She was 6 years old and 7 lbs.