What could we name you? I had no clue. Then I thought that
sounded English and quite proper. So you were named Lady Winifred
WINNIE (also Cherub, Chipmunk, Pippin)
I had lots of rules set down in the beginning. You would not sleep
in bed with us,
you would never be fed from the table, you would be the perfect little
and come with me everywhere in the car, you would be my lap dog.
We got you home and walked you on the grass where you wouldn’t do a
We brought you in the apartment and the very first thing you did was
barking at us and poop on the rug.
You stayed in the crate maybe half of your first night home. The
demanding yip became too annoying so up on the bed you went.
curled up and slept like a perfect little doll. Score one for
I took you for rides in the car. Many of them. Again, that
yip started in ~ you just didn’t want to be in the car. Score two
But one thing I got from my list of demands (as if for one minute I
was in charge)
was a sweet little girl who would sleep on my lap. And of course,
you were generous with love and kisses.
You were teething and nipped at our feet and our hands all the time.
constant attention. If you didn’t have a hand to chew on, you
chewed the wall,
the rug, anything but the many toys we gave you. We had to leave
you alone all
day because we were working. I felt so guilty. I read that
dogs live longer with
a companion. Daddy found Max for us. The Biggest, dopiest
Yorkie on the planet.
He was so scared when Daddy brought him home. You welcomed
latching on to his ear and dragging him around and tormenting him for
Maybe it’s wrong to feel this way, but Max took so much of the pressure
had a buddy, a partner in crime. To see you two snuggled up together
was such a gift. It gave us so many smiles. Your new brother
Max had been
neglected and he was hungry, very very hungry. There was no more
you to pick at your food for hours or to be picky about what we fed
you. You ate
what we put down or it was gone in a flash. You learned to gobble
the food right up.
You and Max got into your share of mischief.
A whole lot of fun was had...paper everywhere!
About a year later, Daddy surprised Mommy with a little white dog,
Miss Winnie now had two partners in crime although you were always
You have brought us so many smiles and so much laughter over the years.
You have always let us know what you wanted in your demanding, adorable
Daddy loved holding you on his lap after breakfast. I loved your
Winnie wiggle on the couch. Where you would deliberately get
under the blankets and kick your way out. Showing up with major
And of course the way you would take my fresh towel every time I took
I’d put a used towel on the floor for you and you would come
to the side of the tub
and pull down my fresh towel with your front paws. I got wise
to you and would say,
“you can’t have my towel” and play a tug game. You’d stand there
and make a huff
noise, I’d finally give up and you would yank it down set it up and
curl up for a nap.
You liked to nap any old place with your brothers too.
Max got sick in June 2002. He was not well at all. He had
diabetes. I started a
journal for Max. Tracked every reading, made charts. Joined
a support group
online. Learned as much as I could to save your brother.
He lost his sight.
Read Max's Diabetic
When we got your brother feeling better there was no stopping him. You
toy. He pestered you and followed you around and humped you and
head. At times it looked like someone had poured a bucket of
water over your head.
If I picked you up to rescue you, Max would go crazy and cry and bark.
Winnie but it was payback time from the puppy days. I mostly
let him bother the
hell out of you. But you have always been smart. You tried
to hide from him
On the coffee table . . . .
Under the bed . . .
Max gave you the best gift of all. We found the most wonderful
vet for him. The
first time we brought Max to meet Dr. Tammy in November 2002 she marched
the exam room and said “Hi There, Someone keeps excellent records”.
her right away. Dr Tammy asked us how our other two little ones
with Max’s need for extra attention. I said, “Mitchell is fine.
Winnie only cares
about food.” Dr. Tammy smiled and said, “I’m the same way”.
The following January, you had a growth coming out of the pad on your
had seen you licking it, but didn’t think anything of it. Then
I noticed that it was
red and ugly and it was hurting you. I called Dr. Tammy and asked
if we could
bring you in with Max that night. Well Miss Winnie, someone couldn’t
your paw or listen to your heart because you kept kissing her and wiggling
You wormed your way into another heart that day.
It was melanoma. Lots of doctors met you. And you met the
woman Sandy who gave you radiation once a week and enjoyed your kisses
and your wiggly ways.
We were given more precious time to love you little girl. To
run through the yard with the wind blowing your beautiful blond fur
Always in search of the reward treat for doing the right thing.
When you started to throw up and have diarrhea in early December 2003,
we thought it was a bug and it would pass. But it was the beginning
five month fight. You showed what an amazingly strong little girl you
Your true bright spirit came through. You tried so very hard
to stay here with us.
It proved that you loved your life.
After 11 years you finally learned to tolerate car rides because you
knew we had
to do it and that you were going to a place where so many people loved
People who did everything possible to cure you.
Dr. Tammy had an extremely special bond with you. She used all
her skill and knowledge to bring you back to us over and over again for
five months. She
shared in our joy at seeing you well. She wept with us when we
had to leave. She helped us send you somewhere better.
And Winnie, you had so very many prayers from caring people all over
People who never even met you, but knew you and cared so
very much about you
through my messages. People all over the world cried when you
had to leave.
You were our first pet. You never did what was expected.
Not in your actions
over the years, not in your illness at the end. You were spoiled
and bratty, yet
so very loving and sweet. And stronger than we ever could have
You will be buried on Sunday May 16, 2004, 11 years from the date that
first brought you home. We will plant a pink tree on your
beautiful and strong like you. It will bloom every spring to
remind us of the
time your came into our lives and of the time when we had to let you
In time you will be remembered with less tears. You will always
with love and smiles. Your incredible spirit will surround
You are badly missed my little cherub, Love forever,
Mommy Annie & Daddy Sal & Brothers Max & Mitchell
PS ~ Tonight your Aunt Karen sent me this picture from her backyard.
never heard of the rainbow bridge, but she knew it was a sign from
And your special Friend Connie in Scotland sent me the other side of
your rainbow the following day . .
Now I know in my heart that you found your way. Thank you for
sending us a sign.
And here’s your tree . . . . .