I had to let him go in the middle of the night on May 22.1999. When I came home from the vet at 4:30 a.m., I got on my computer to just find something to make me get through the morning. I was all alone, as my daughter was out of town. It was harder than loosing my Mother the year before. I was the one that had to make the decision. I cried and cried until I couldn't cry anymore.

Dinkee was 16 years old and he had been by my side for so many hard times and traveled with me always. He loved to go on long car trips and staying in hotels. My daughter has a 3 year old 3# Yorkie that was Dinkee's best friend. She is so lonely now

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