REST IN PEACE LITTLE ONE...YOU WERE VERY LOVED AND ARE MISSED!!
I found Whozit on a bright Memorial Day, 1991, dashing through traffic; with horns honking and brakes screeching to herald her arrival. The little orphan came right to me and adopted me on the spot. She was a scruffy, filthy, 13 pd. Yorkie & it took two days, four baths, a groomer & a buzz cut to clean her up.
Adopting people and pets; adding them to her fan club was something that came easily to Whozit Louise.
She always ran everywhere she went & my mother declared Whozit had "springs in her ---" because she could jump like an Olympian.
Then, 12 years ago, a van ran a red light, hitting my car and tossing Whozie into the passenger's door, nearly severing her spinal cord in two places and paralyzing her. Later, that day, after hours of surgery, she was sporting seven nuts and bolts down her spine and was the star patient at the emergency clinic. She wasn't supposed to survive, but she did. I was able to bring her home two days later. I thanked God every single day after that, that she chose to stay with me for a little while longer.
That summer she got her first set of wheels and Whozit was off and running. She wore the first set out and was wearing the second set out, chasing ducks, poodles and bugs, when she was diagnosed with heart failure on October 1, 2003. Her decline was too fast.
So, on another sunny day, October 9, 2003, we took "our little girl" to dear Dr. Bock's for the last time.
I miss you .... Mom