My little Missy, my companion, my love has passed. She was, by sight, by actions, perfectly healthy, 18 hours later she was gone. A massive unknown lung cancer started bleeding, we had her put down while under general anesthesia. Missy joined my life when she was found by friends in the arizona desert. They knew I had 4 other yorkies and brought her to us. My late husband named her Missy, she joined the family. The others passed the same year my husband passed. I joined a family chat room, used her name, Missy, as mine, my honey to be, chatted with me, because his dogs name was Missy. That was the beginning of the next stage of my life. Moving across county, getting married, to be so happy, so content with my life, brought on by this lil pup. My new honey to be, found out love me love my pup. She quickly became one of his best friends, traveled with us everywhere. Her favorite spot head on his knee. Ran on the beach in florida just a few months ago. The two loves of my life While I worked outside she guarded over me, watching from the windows. She knew how to be comfortable Boy she could sneak in those nose licks She would dig to china for those moles that walked out of the hole right next to her They gave us her foot print........ I have never had a pup that could communicate like she did, with a sniff, a look at what she wanted or her favorite she would stare at me until I went and did what she wanted. If I moved to not see her staring she would move until she could see my eyes and keep staring, eventually I gave up. She was always so excited when I did. It was a game between us, who could last longer, believe me she could stare me down. Our hearts are broken, we miss her terribly, we gave her the best life we could.