What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath
of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across
the grass and loses itself in the sunset.- Crowfoot, Blackfoot warrior
and orator, 1890 -
Welcome to Yorkielands
Fond memory brings the light
|Hello my dearest
For I have lost you to old age which I knew would happen one day! You are still with me in heart and spirit. When I think of all the good times we shared, like playing ball and frisbee and walks and talks and you laying by my side playing snuggle buggle and giving me those oh so sweetie puppy kisses! When I was sick thanks for laying beside me and not leaving my side until I got up and could care for us both you were the best! We went everywhere together. Even into Walmart and you in the child seat looking everywhere and reaching out to everyone who would pet and talk to you. Those wonderful bike rides with you in the basket, at the campgrounds. How you used to love those rides. Sitting so proudly!
Oh my sweet girl you are missed dearly but will never ever be forgotton!
Love your Mommy !
" ..and remember, my sentimental friend,that a heart is not judged by how much you love,but by how much you are loved by others."Frank Morgan as the Wizard of Oz: To Tin Man:
||Buffy came to us as a young dog who had 3 previous
He was a biter who was afraid of everyone. After a few months he became comfortable with us and never bit anyone in the family again.
Buffy was a fun companion. He use to wait for my husband to come home just so he could pull off his socks and tear through the house killing them. Also he would grab the back of his Levi's in his teeth and skate across the floor as his ride walked. Buffy was a snaggle tooth wonder dog who hated
strangers but loved his family. He was the grandpa dog who guided puppies and kids on how to behave in the house. No running or loud noises! He would give a "gruff" then another "gruff" then a firm push to the floor to the offending party. He is missed and there will never be another friend like him. Buffy taught his "children" well as now our oldest male poodle
(Rusty) now carries on the same behaviors when guiding the
Buffy passed on at approx. 22 years of age after
living with the Bakers for 21 full trying, loving, happy years
in June 1998.
ZIBI BAKER AND FAMILY
God created memories so that we might have roses in December
|My little Heidi...
I used to look at this little girl and say to myself, "how can anything be so adorable." She loved her toys, and she loved to go in the car. She loved the airplane and she loved to go to Grama's and Grampa's house. When she was little, she'd go into Grampa's closet and take all the socks out of his shoes, then bring them into the bedroom. She knew the name of every one of her toys, and if I asked her to go get Dumbo, she would run and find him, and bring him right back to me. She loved to play "hide & seek," and when asked to "do your dancin," she would do a little jig with her hind legs. She loved
happy music. Imagine going to the vet and hearing the doctor and all the technicians singing her favorite song, "The Itsy Bitsy Spider," to keep her calm when blood was being drawn!
Company could never go home... everybody was her friend, and she wanted everybody to stay... and anybody's attempt to leave was a risk for losing a leg. Bark? I used to tell her that the only big part of her 3lbs. 2ozs. was her mouth, and that she sure knew how to use it. She had a mind of her own,
and I loved every bit of her. She is my forever dog, and I cherish every single moment I had with her.
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I talk to him when I'm lonesome like; and I'm sure he understands.
When he looks at me so attentively, and gently licks my hands;
then he rubs his nose on my tailored clothes, but I never say naught thereat.
For the good Lord knows I can buy more clothes,
but never a friend like that. ~W. Dayton Wedgefarth
|LACEY left us in August 1992 from her first
attack of pancreatitis. She would have been 4 years old on Nov. 5,
Her sire was CH Lordean's the Angel Maker
and her dam was CH This Time Color Tyme.
She was gorgeous!! I still miss her.
I am with you, Wandering through Memory Lane~~ B.G. De Silva
|Yorkshire Puddin (ears up) and her brother Lucifer McDuff (larger dog).
They were born in July, 1967 and
Puddin died in October 1974. Duffy died in 1976.
The next picture is of Muffin, born 3-04-83, died 6-08-94
|Next is Muffin's daughter Cookie, born 7-14-85, died 2-15-93.
Muffin's daughter Punky, born 7-14-85, died 8-01-95. Punky was
They, each and every one of them, were special and individual in their own way. They will all hold a special place in my heart. I have had the honor of having many breeds of dogs in my life. They have all been purebreds but I keep coming back to Yorkies. There is just something endearing about this little breed. They are so much more like children than other breeds - so intelligent, so humorous. Puddin was my first. She was joined less than a year later by her brother, who was so unhappy in the home he had that he continued to run away until we adopted him. He never left home after that. Puddin died of heart failure after an asthma attack. Duffy died a little over a year later of heart failure. Muffin could not get along with my mother so I got to keep her. I had her bred to pay my parents back for the money they invested in Muffin. My one and only litter - three females, one
My little old dog: A heart-beat at my feet.~~ EDITH WHARTON
|My name is BISS Ch. Vassar Square Eliza Dolittle
born July 1978. My Dad was the Top Yorkie in the
History of the Breed.
What can I say about dear Eliza except that
I wish she hadn't been overdosed and I wish that I had been
She was only three years old when they put
her to sleep forever by overdosing her to do a C Section at
We think of her always waiting at Rainbow Bridge.
BISS VASSAR SQUARE ELIZA DOLITTLE 1978 - 1981
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"I journeyed to the rainbow's end and found not gold, but you, my friend."
||This is our beloved DJ who entered Rainbow
Bridge in 1990. DJ was the kindest and gentlest Golden Retriever.
My MIL used to say the thing she liked the best about DJ, was the wiggle
in his bum whenever he walked. DJ lived to retrieve tennis balls,
his favorite past time. He was the sire of many wonderful pups.
DJ had 13 wonderful years before he succumbed to a myriad of health problems,
which forced us to have to put him to sleep in order for him to be free
of pain. That was one of the saddest days of my life. We will
never forget this wonderful dog, and he sleeps peacefully in a special
place in our yard, over which we have grown a beautiful copper beach tree,
which will forever remind us of our dear ol' DJ.
Where is the heart that doth not keep, Within its inmost core, Some
fond rememberance hidden deep, Of days that are no more?~~ELLEN CLEMENTINE
|This is Tinker, our thoroughbred barn cat,
who joined DJ in Rainbow Bridge just before Christmas of 1998 at the age
She sleeps peacefully beside her brother under the copper beach tree. We called her our thoroughbred cat because she was born in a barn at a thoroughbred race horse facility. She was the most wonderfully
affectionate, loving cat. She used her paws like a person uses his hands, and used to sit beside me on the couch, with her paw always on my arm. After she died,
it always felt so lonely sitting in my chair without her at my side. She was truly special and will never be forgotten.
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