IN MEMORY OF ELIZA TOLD FROM HER HEART

My name is BISS Ch. Vassar Square Eliza Dolittle born July 1978. My Dad was the Top Yorkie in the History of the Breed, and I was the only daughter of the Great CEDE Higgens to have won a BISS, but it all started when I was 6 months old and decided that I didn't like this show biz stuff, so I went with bro (Skiffy) and Mum and some of her friends to a match show in New YOrk. I just plain refused to walk and didn't want to do this stuff.

Well, thanks to Aunt Marilyn (Koenig that is), Mum was told to just practice at home putting me on a lead and walking the other direction until I realized I had to walk or it would not be very pleasant. When I realized that she really meant business, I started walking and it wasn't so bad after all.....better than those sharp little jerks I was getting and after all, Mum gave me some good treats if I ran with her, so what the heck. That Marilyn lady said I was too beautiful not to show.

Next thing I know at 15 months, Mum sent me to a Very Expensive Top Handler. I didn't like it there because there were lots of strange dogs in the same x pen as me and they were sniffing my butt all the time, but I was supposed to graduate from finishing school so I tried my best. Then one day when the  handler was busy, a rowdy shih tzu had his way with me and in a couple of weeks I started feeling very queezy and threw up a lot and started getting very fat.

The handler called Mum and told her that I was PG with another yorkie, and so Mum's friend flew up to get me. Mum cried when she saw me and couldn't understand how in the name of heaven the handler could have shown me in this condition so obviously PG whatever that is. In three weeks I began to feel that I had to push something out and lo and behold there were four little babies cuddling up to me, but they didn't look like me. They had white blazes on their head and muzzle and white boots and
white on the end of their tails???

Mum packed all of us up in the RV and went to the dog show where Mr Handler was. He came to look at me and my babies and apologized to Mum and said he was sorry that it happened to her. Then he took my babies and told Mum that she shouldn't have little mongrels tearing up my show coat. I wanted those little babies and Mum thought she was doing the right thing because the Handler told her that people would talk about her if she raised mongrels. Mum never knew how much I would miss them and search for them and grieve for them. When it was too late, she realized what an awful thing this was to do, but it was too late.

Mum brought me to the shows after that and the Handler finished me in quick order. Now I was a Champion. Is that good? But Mum decided never to leave me with a handler again and so I guess that was good. We went in the RV with Edward, Mum's make pretend nephew, and his mother Ruthie and had lots of fun. We even went up to Canada with a group of campers and Mr Skiffington (my brother) and me, Eliza, finished our Championships in Canada in just 6 shows.....both of us.

Then when we came back from Canada, Mum and Ruthie and Edward went to the Delaware Valley YT Club Show in Pennsylvania and the judge pointed at me and Edward for BEST IN SPECIALTY SHOW. Mum was so very proud of me she thot she would burst, and we shared lots of kisses and tears of happiness.

Mum decided that she would not cut my beautiful tresses because I was so special...what fun for a little girl that didn't want to go to the shows in the beginning, but I did love it when Mum and her friends went with me. They were my family.

Then I got married and was so happy that this time I was romantically inclined with a handsome yorkie and I had Mum's blessing. I didn't eat too good for a couple of weeks there because I didn't feel good and boy did I feel like Humpty Dumpty. Mum said my gums looked pale so she took me to see Dr Davis, and he told Mum to take me to a University to
get a cross match on my blood just in case I needed a C section and needed blood.

Being only 7 weeks pregnant at the time, Mum didn't want to take me to her judging assigment and so she took me to the University and met with the Chief of Staff who assured her that this institution was a very safe place for me to be. Mum had tears in her eyes as she left, but she promised me that she would come back next day to bring me home.

Guess I don't remember much after that but one of the doctors felt that they didn't want me to be pregnant anymore because the babies might get too big. Next thing that I knew I was at Rainbow Bridge with all my six babies, playing with all the other dogs waiting for their people, but I miss my family very much and can't wait to be reunited with Mum and Pop. We send them blessings from Rainbow Bridge all the time and though I know that Mum never stops grieving for me and my babies, she has to know in her heart that I never blamed her for not coming back sooner. She wanted the best for me and my babies.

The doctors gave me 14 mg of Demarol, and that was just too much for me and my babies and we all passed into the Rainbow Bridge. When Mum went to get my remains and my babies remains, she collapsed in tears and my constant hope and prayer from Rainbow Bridge is that her heart will heal someday and she will know that it never was her fault. She greives because if she had been there, it never would have happened. She would not have allowed them to end the pregnancy without some good reason, and Pop just did what he thought was best for his sweet Eliza when they called him and said that they had to do a C section, so he trusted them to do whatever they thought was best.

I know that my family loves me and misses me and we'll be together someday at Rainbow Bridge.

BISS VASSAR SQUARE ELIZA DOLITTLE 1978 - 1981