My Mother's Dog....Tiny

Hi,

In about 1992 my niece, on her way to visit my Mother stopped in with a tiny puppy. She asked me if I wanted it, but I had two dogs at the time and said no. She gave it to my Mother who was in her 80's at the time. When my Mother passed about about 18 months later I was given the dog as no one else could take him. He wasn't housebroken and remained that way for almost 3 years. He was fearful and shy, but loved attention. We had just one other dog who made sure Tiny knew his place. When that dog died we replaced him with Lucas. Lucas was kinder than the first dog to Tiny. They became friends and I too looked at Tiny differently. He was such a little dog and I had never been fond of little dogs, but Lucas led the way. Tiny had a good life. Walks and treats and a back yard to run in. The last month of his life he could no longer go on our daily walk, but I would walk Lucas first, and then take Tiny out to the front of the house and back. He was happy with that. I found him dead by the back door one morning. Lucas missed him and I found that I missed him too. So Tiny I hope that over the Rainbow Bridge you have a person to love and pet you. We still miss you.

The Dog Walker