Ever since I can remember I had always wanted a Yorkshire Terrier.  I finally found the puppy I had been searching for, for many years, on the internet.  A couple in ShingleHouse, PA had a litter for sale.  There was one male left...my AJ...he was a very rowdy little guy, the fattest of all 5.  I instantly fell in love and knew that he was the one for me.  I took him home and in the short time I had him, I grew very attached to every little thing he did.  From waking me up to kisses and nibbles on the cheek, to curling up on my clothes in the bathroom while I showered.  Talking "baby talk" to him, I'd call him JJ instead of AJ, seeing his little tail wag while I did it made me smile, he made everyone smile. He was the greatest little puppy.  I miss everything about him.     

I am 32 years old and have never had to deal with losing a pet...let alone a puppy (so innocent and sweet).  I'm glad I was at work when he was hit by a car, but yet I'm sad because I never got to tell him goodbye.  

I'll miss you my baby...Like I told you all the time, you are a good boy!  I love you JJ.