Homer came to be the head of our household in Mar.95.

he was 6 yrs old, maybe 8, maybe even more...



He was going to be put down if we didn't take him; I  wanted to think about it-my husband said bring him over.



3lbs of shivering, traumatized Yorkie;took a LONG time to convince him that he was safe with us & bring him to full health and his proper weight of 7lbs



Homer gave us almost ten years of amusement, affection, amazement-so much heart, spirit, personality in such a wee little package



Homer's only trick was begging - he would sit on his hind legs & pump his little front feet vigourously up and down, that's how he 'asked' for ANYTHING that he wanted, and it melted the hardest of hearts



He loved car rides, camping, barking at everyone who passed by his yard, walks at the marina, sitting on the porch in the summertime, nestled on someone's lap, and letting us sleep in HIS bed (but BOTH of us had to come to bed before he'd settle down)



Everybody knew Homer, or knew of him

A storekeeper in Elora recognized HOMER on our return trip.



He began to fail in October, but the dear little man made it through Christmas with us, and passed away at home as we were preparing to take him to the vet.



We will bury his ashes under the lilac tree in HIS backyard come spring, so that he will always be 'on guard' for cyclists and pedestrians and birds and squirrels.



Thank you Homer, for being such a big part of our lives

and thank you to all the people who DIDN'T keep him, I'm sure he WAS a handful in his younger days, but what a lovey little man!  



Your inability or unwillingness to love and care and accept him for who he was made our rescue and our life with Homer possible.