Well, It all started when I was 8 years old. I had always dreamed of having a real dog of my own. As a child I would buy all the dog books
I could get my hands on. I would sit for hours looking though the pages. I would always stop at the "Y" because that was where the Yorkshire Terrier was. I would just sit and dream of one day owning a Yorkie, Well, I remember the day my dreams came true. I had just arrived home from school that day. I walked into our game room just in time to see a little black and tan fur ball run under the pool table.
I picked up the little guy and my life was never the same
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He was a mixture of yorkie, snauzer,poodle. But I did not care he was my dream come true. My aunt had gotten him form the shelter where he was
going to be put to sleep. He had a terrible skin condition and a few more problems. My dad and mom got everthing he needed and he was just fine in
a few weeks. I named him "Runton". He was my best friend. Though the tuff years of being a teen he was always there for me. I remember if he would
see me crying he would get as close to me as possible and look in my eyes. I would say " Run, I am ok and he always made me feel better. I would
never spend the night with friends because I was worried something would happen to Runton . He was 12-15 lbs of pure joy, Well I grew up and
Run got older too. I could tell he was getting older and I never wanted to think about him ever dying. I started dating Mark (my husband )he knew
how close Runton and I were. So 5 years later we got married. But before we got married I made sure he knew that if he married me he was getting
2 in the package, vet bills and all. Runs health at the time was getting worse. He was now 12. My parents had always paid for his bills. When I was
16 I got a job to help pay for the bills also. Runton had seziers really bad.and he had a bad back that required acopunture every time his back would
go out. Well I never complained about the 500.00 cost of each vet visits. He was my responsibility.
Well the day of my wedding came. I got up that morning and I remember asking my mom where Runton was. She was not saying much.
Then it hit me I just knew Runton had died and they were not going to tell me. They knew I could never go though with the wedding knowing he had died that day.I was crying. Mom said no he was fine he was over at my brothers house visiting because we were going to be busy that day. I felt better.
The night came and we were at the altar getting married. My pastor stopped the wedding. He said Chantel did you forget to invite someone to the
wedding. I said I dont think so. He said there was someone outside that did not get invited. I was shocked,scared.etc..All at once I heard noice
going from the croud. I turned around just in time to see Runton coming up the isle.(see picture below) That to this day is one of the biggest highlights in my life. Runton lived several more years. I had always prayed Lord don't let Runton die until I have a baby. I dont think I could bare it.
We were married 5 years when we had our fisrt child Landon (picture above) He turned out to be just like me. He loves animals. I always made sure Runton never felt left out. Hey he was my 1st little guy. lol Landon was 11 weeks old. I noticed something was different that day. Run was just not the same. I put him in the car and rushed to his vet Dr. Carney . Dr.Carney looked at him and then me and said Chantel I have tried all these years to keep
him alive for you. But I think it is time to let him go. There is just no words to say how I felt. I knew I should have him put to sleep but I just could
not do it. I put him in the car and cried all the way home. After being home with him for a few more hours I knew he wanted to go. He would look at
me with those same big brown eyes as he did years before when he knew I was sad. But this time he was telling me he was ok and he had lived a good
life and he wanted to go to his final home. I sat there and held him and cried soooooo hard.. I knew the day had finally came. The day I feared for 17 years. Mark came in from work at 8:00. He knew what was up. He called Dr.Carney and he said he would meet us there. My Aunt Monica who had rescued him for me 17 years ago arrived to ride with us. We got to the vet I just could not go in. My husband and my Aunt went in. I remember when they took him from my arms. I sat outside on the curb crying. All at once I felt someone touching me. I looked up to see friends, co-workers from my job and church. My husband had called them to tell them. (Thanks to all who came that night I will never forget you).
Years passed after Runton died. I just could not let myself get another dog. I did not want him to think I would replace him . Years went by Mark would keep saying hey when are you going to get a Yorkie, your money is in the drawer in the office. That money had been in that drawer for years. Well that year came 8 years later. I started looking and finally found a lady in Stafford, Virginia(Gloria Martin of Thluka'sYorkies) that had nice show quality yorkies. And I did it. I got a little boy named Adam.(see Our Gallery for picutres of Adam) And true as the saying is Yorkies are like potatoe chips you cant just have one... Thanks so much for taking time out of your busy schedule to read about a True Yorkie Love Story. |
