Our little Putter (the sweetest little apricot, toy poodle) came into my life in August 1995. He was adopted by someone else for two short weeks. In that time he was left at my boyfriends home with his roommate for "just a couple days". The minute I saw him, I fell in LOVE! He was so tiny and sooo scared. He didn't want to come out of the pet carrier.
I coaxed him out, played with him and loved him. We didn't even know his name. That was our routine for the next week. Then one day, she showed up and took him back. I was devastated!
A couple days later, I received a call from my boyfriends roommate. He said "If you want this dog, you'd better come and get him. She's taking him to the pound in one hour." Her roommate didn't want a dog in the apartment. I got there as fast as I could, I picked my sweet little boy up, and I held on tight for 11 1/2 years.
Putter was our first dog. He was with us when we married 3 years later, when we bought our first house and when we bought our second home. We did not have children and he was our whole world!
We found out approximately 2 years ago that Putter was struggling with chronic renal failure. He fought it as long as he could and was so strong through all of the needles, the medicine, and losing out on the yummy treats. Finally, in Feb. 2007 his little body couldn't fight anymore. We had to let him go.
We miss him dearly and he'll forever remain in our hearts.
Until we meet again little Putt-Putt