Late this afternoon I did what I said I wasn't going to do and I called my H. I kept it light and he told me he was having difficulties on a case and he had been kind of depressed about it. We talked for a few minutes and he said he would call me later. He did call me later and we talked for awhile. During our conversation my little Yorkie whimpered at the door wanting to be let out so I let him out. A minute later I hear him yipping in the backyard. I tell my H I have to go and I run screaming into the backyard. I found my 3 lbs. little dog in a heap, bleeding. I scoop him up and call my S. We rushed him to the vet but he was already dead. I can't believe it. I never saw what attacked him but we think it may have been a racoon or possum (though I've never seen one here). My dog thinking he was so much bigger than he was, went out to defend his territory...only whatever it was got the best of him. Thank goodness my S was here because I don't handle these things well. I called my H back to let him know...he is devastated too...he loved the dog. I dread telling my D tomorrow (she was at her dad's and had already gone to bed before this happened and I didn't want to wake her)...she has been having health problems and I am afraid of the effect this could have on her.
My dog was so sweet and had such a personality. He will be missed by many. I am so sad.
