A New Puppy
When I was sixteen, I got Ceillie. She was a little yorkie puppy and she had my heart immediately. She helped me through high school angst, traveled with me to college in Arizona, enjoyed upper west side living in New York and lived in trendy West Hollywood in L.A. She eventually accepted Michael when we moved to Austin and acknowledged the existence of the children when they came along. She was my constant companion and lap dog. She died May 2008. It was her time. It was a good thing, though extremely sad. She had been living with my grandparents because the kids were too much for her and I was too overwhelmed to keep her as safe and loved as she needed to be in her old age. I loved having a lap dog, but my lap was full of babies and yorkies are not known for their acceptance of small children. I mourned Ceillie, but knew I didn't want another small dog right away. We attempted to adopt a young lab puppy to be friends with our older lab, but things didn't go well. St...