Fred was rescued at the age of 8 years old from a back yard breeder where there were 70 dogs and 7 cats. When we met Fred we knew he was ours because you don’t rescue as humans, animals resuce you and he knew we were his people. Like many Yorkies they have there person and that would have been me his mom. He was 2.5lbs and the smallest dog I have ever loved. I revolved my entire life around Fred for the next 7 years. The way I slept, where we vacationed, not leaving home after returning home from work as he would catch an attitude and be mad and pee off his pee pads because I had been gone long enough. When I was home he was normally on my chest either relaxing or in my shirt or sweatshirt sleeping because he had to be touching me all the time. I wasn’t real for him to leave and I didn’t think it would be anytime soon. Here we are today with a broken heart an empty spot next me in bed and my tiny spoon is gone until we meet again. Losing your best friend is the hardest thing, losing a Yorkie is the hardest and worst thing yet in my 44 years I have had to experience. There will never be another love like Fred. He was my big boy, or bubba to his dad. He was the happiest when I would come home and so sad when I would leave. Well now I am so sad and he is not coming home in a physical sense. Fred will be home soon but he will have forever changed who I am. I love you and I have loved you SO much. I would have never thought in a million years that this day would come so fast. I miss you big boy, I will miss you everyday until we meet again. Fred lived a very pampered life his second half and I am so very honored to have had him in our life. His favorite food was gummy bears. I hope he is eating all the gummy bears he wants.