We who choose to surround ourselves with lives even more temporary than our own,
live within a fragile circle, easily and often breached.
Unable to accept its awful gaps, we still would live no other way.
We cherish memory as the only certain immortality, never fully understanding the necessary plan.

Irving Townsend

These wounds won't seem to heal. This pain is just too real. There's just too much that time cannot erase.

When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears. When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears. And I held your hand through all of these years but you still have all of me”

-- “My Immortal” by Evanescence

Where do I even begin to tell the story of how important Rasta was to our lives? How to do describe the emptiness that I feel? Rasta was the little dog with the crooked tongue that everyone fell in love with. He was a little gentleman to everyone he met, but was a little stinker in private with us. He was stubborn, crotchety, brave, but most of all, sweet and full of love.

When I was sad or sick, he curled up on the bed with me. When Toby and I were arguing, he would roll over and get you to rub his belly because he knew that a belly rub would make the anger fade away. All he wanted out of life was for you to just sit and be with him. Nothing else made him happier, except for maybe food.

We got Rasta when we were still in college and he was with us through everything as we all “grew up” together. From our first run-down college apartment, into nicer apartments as we began our careers, and finally moving into our first house. He was the ring bearer at our wedding and barked all the way through the ceremony because no one was paying attention to him.

Rasta survived many pitfalls in his life. He always had respiratory problems due to a partially paralyzed pharyngeal nerve. He had skin allergies until I became educated about the over-inoculations of some dogs and began using titer testing and homeopathy. When he was a puppy, he once got into a box of graham crackers and ate so many that he literally couldn’t walk. When he was 9, he survived a critical injury due to a fall on ceramic tile that caused him to become blind in one eye.

The biggest injury of all though, was when we brought Jedi into the house when Rasta was 7. Up until that point, I don’t think he knew he was a dog. And, boy was he insulted. Eventually, they became the best of friends and he easily accepted Huxley and Mega when they moved in during the last year of his life.

Rasta was the first dog that I trained. I took him to his first obedience class because I thought he might need something to do since I was at work all the time. That was when I was bit by the “training bug.” Rasta loved to work and practice. However, he hated to show. Every time I tried putting him in the ring, I would drag him around on the heel on leash and then, when I took him off leash, out of the ring he would go. Eventually, I stopped putting him through the misery of showing but continued training him. I decided that he would be my teaching dog. He would teach me what to do so that I would be a successful handler with future dogs.

Teaching me to be a handler was only one of the many things he taught me. There is a famous saying, “May I always be the kind of person my dog thinks I am.” I can only hope to live up to not just what he thought of me but the countless things he taught me – to live life to the fullest, to stand your ground when you know you’re right, to love unconditionally.

After a lifetime of respiratory problems, including being diagnosed with COPD two years ago, he began having difficulty breathing Wednesday morning, July 26. After being treated by the vet, he went into further distress that evening and was admitted to the emergency center. After running several diagnostics and trying several medications, he was still having trouble breathing and would go into distress within a minute or so outside of the oxygen cage.

After consulting with many people, including our own veterinarian, Toby and I decided to allow them to try a diagnostic test to look for blockages or upper respiratory issues that would involve putting him under anesthesia. Unfortunately, he went into cardiac arrest soon after being put under. They brought him back 2 times before Toby and I asked them to stop. In the end, we can only take comfort from knowing that he died trying and didn't suffer. That would be like Rasta – a dog who kept trying in the face of all adversity.

We visited him prior to the diagnostic test and stayed at the hospital during the procedure. The last time he touched me, he gave me a bop on the nose through the hole in the oxygen cage to reassure me that he was okay and we were making the right decision. A life in the oxygen cage was not a life and we could not bear to watch him deteriorate in there.

Rasta touched so many people’s lives that we are still receiving cards and condolences. Everyday is hard. Even though I know we did everything, I feel like a part of me is missing. He will be in my heart always. So sleep now, my little Dickens, on a blankie in your warm sunbeam at the Rainbow Bridge and know that we will all be with your again someday and that our lives are better for having had you in it.

Love forever,

Mom, Dad, Jedi, Huxley, and Mega

O L I V E R

Anderleigh Twist of Fate MX, AXJ, OAP, MJP, CD, OAC, NJC, NGC, NJC-V, NGC-V, TSAD, TG3, PD1, CGC, TDI

March, 1993 to August 8, 2006

written by owner, Carla Mayers Bletsch

Oliver was my first agility and obedience dog. His name fits as I got him to do confirmation and through a twist of fate his coat did not turn out to be appropriate and we got into agility and then obedience. Oliver taught me many things about training dogs in general and perserverance. He retired from AKC agility at 7 years of age when he could not do the 8" height anymore but came back at the age of 10 years and finished many titles in the AKC preferred and Teacup classes. He also sired two beautiful puppies in "Hershey" and "Jack" who were the only two puppies he would every play with and an added joy for my life.

Even though I had him since he was 9 weeks old, he was Dan's little buddy since 1998. He lived a full 13 years and 5 months and will be missed by many hearts. He is a painfree place now, eating whatever he wants, barking his seal bark and sleeping 24/7. I loved him dearly and will carry him in my heart forever or at least until we meet again at the Rainbow Bridge.

"OLIVER" will be missed by Carla and Dan Bletsch and the entire Workingyorkie family.

"SIMON" is missed dearly by Betty, Jeff, "Annie" and the entire Workingyorkie family.

"Sundowns Iron Eyes Cody" 1988-2005

Friday April 15th before dawn, Our Big Boy "Cody" took his last breath while comforted in our bed. These last two weeks have been difficult for him physically and in just the last 5 days he would not eat nor sleep unless exhaustion took over. At 16 1/2 he died of old age and his body just gave out. Mentally he was still our protector and King of his domain. So go find your "Family" Cody over that rainbow,Sister, Rudy and Cricket. We Love you and will miss you.

Dennis, Anne, Bud and Racer

Anne in Nashville

"MC NUGGET"
Tribute to McNugget by her owner

This picture was taken of "McNugget" just last August at the Delaware Valley Specialty in Reading August 2003. She was 13yrs 7months old in this picture.

McNugget was my very first Yorkshire Terrier. She was given to me as a gift and what a special gift she was. She brought smiles to everyone who came in contact with her, whether it was just on the street, training, at trials etc. She and I started training when she was 9 months old and last August at 13 & 1/2 she competed in Veterans for her last trial.

Nugget and I were true partners. Maybe not in heeling exercises (she hated heeling at trials), but in every other sense there could ever be. We traveled to Canada and flew to Florida together. We took our obedience jumps everywhere when we were training and we just loved being together.

As Nugget got older she would have no part in staying home. If she wanted to come with me (and she knew when I was planning to go out), she was become a piece of gum stuck to my heel. I couldn't possibly be thinking of leaving her home! So of course she would come along, no matter where I went.

She played a big part of patient therapy during the years of 1/2000 to 9/2002. I worked at a Psychiatrist office and was able to bring her to work with me. The patients came to look forward to coming to the office in order to hold her and love her. If they had a rough session with the Dr., they would come out to the waiting area and sit with her before leaving.

She touched many hearts in her years with us.

		"Our Beautiful Sammy" is a Tribute created by Deb Nendell's sister Dawn
To Deborah, with all my love Sammy  Nendell  C.G.C., U.D., ASCA-C.D., T.D.I.   1989 – 2004   My beautiful, magical nephew, Sammy Nendell, went to Heaven on Wednesday, June 23rd in the arms of his adoring family. I personally have known, loved and lost many beautiful souls, whether they were rescued or family members of my own.  I have never been given such an amazing gift as being there for Sammy when he returned to his Father in Heaven.  Sammy kept giving even when he knew his time on earth was limited.  What an amazing, magnificent soul he was. Thank You, Lord Dear Lord, please open your gates and call St. Francis to come escort this beloved companion across the Rainbow Bridge. Assign him to a place of honor for he has been a faithful servant and has always done his best to please me. Bless the hands that send him to you for they are doing so in love and compassion, freeing him from pain and suffering. Grant me the strength not to dwell on my loss. Help me remember the details of his life with the love he has shown me. And grant me the courage to honor him by sharing those memories with others. Let him remember me as well and let him know that I will always love him. And when it's my time to pass over into your paradise, please allow him to accompany those who will bring me home. Thank you, Lord, for the gift of his companionship and for the time we've had together. And thank you, Lord, for granting me the strength to give him to you now. Amen --Author Unknown   To Sammy, I thank God for you and for the absolute privilege of being your Aunt.  You have blessed my family and I in ways that only few of us could ever possibly understand.  Your heart was bigger than your whole body, your love was denied no one.  You smothered us with “Sammy Kisses” and filled our lives with love and joy.  Thank you for blessing us with your love. Look Beyond the Rainbow As much as I loved the life we had And all the times we played, I was so very tired and knew My time on earth would fade. I saw a wondrous image then Of a place that's trouble-free, Where all of us can meet again To spend eternity. I saw the most beautiful Rainbow, And on the other side Were meadows rich and beautiful, Lush and green and wide! And running through the meadows As far as the eye could see Were animals of every sort, As healthy as could be! My own tired, failing body Was fresh and healed and new, And I wanted to go run with them, But I had something left to do. I needed to reach out to you, To tell you I'm all right, That this place is truly wonderful -- Then a bright Glow pierced the night. 'Twas the glow of many candles Shining bright and strong and bold. And I knew then that it held your love In its brilliant shades of gold. For although we may not be together In the way we used to be, We are still connected By a cord no eye can see. So whenever you need to find me, We're never far apart If you look beyond the Rainbow And listen to your heart. -- © 1995 by Cate Guyan     To his beautiful Mother, my heart is with you.  I know the grief and pain you are feeling right now, and I will do all that I can that is humanly possible to be there for you while you are grieving.  I promised Sammy that I would always take care of you, be assured I will keep that promise for as long as I live and love. Grieve Not Grieve not, nor speak of me with tears, but laugh and talk of me as if I were beside you. I loved you so... twas Heaven here with you. --Author Unknown   Goodnight, sweet Prince.  I love you. Aunt Dawn

"PEPPER"
DO-DA'S PEPPER, CGC (Certified TDI Therapy Dog)
9/11/95 - 8/4/99
tribute to Pepper by owner Deb Nendell

Do-Da's Pepper, TDI, CGC, was born 9/11/95, and on 8/4/99, he kissed me goodbye and snuggled into my heart and left me.

He had a hard beginning to his life, but ended triumphantly. He started out as a very wild and uncontrollable puppy and became a dignified, welcome, and contributing member of society. He had more love and courage and compassion than any dog I've ever known, and he showed it in incredible ways. He was the first to kiss away tears, the first to respond to a foster animal's fears and pain, and the first to welcome a visitor, friend, or new animal to our home. He was my demo-dog for new adoptive families, and allowed me to use him to teach grooming, teeth brushing, and basic obedience. He was cheerful and playful and had an incredible capacity for celebrating the most ordinary things, whether it was a warm day or a new toy.

He taught me to be a better mom, a better dog owner, a better trainer, a better rescue person, and a better person.

In his last few months, he had matured to the point where he had been certified as a Therapy Dog and a Canine Good Citizen, passing both tests the first time through. He was about six months away from being ready to go into the obedience ring to compete for his Novice Obedience title, as well.

The loss for me was devastating, because there was a level of love and trust we had learned and earned from each other that can never be duplicated. He was a gift that I will always treasure, and one that left a gaping hole in my heart and in my life.

TO SEE "PEPPERS" MEMORIAL PAGE CLICK HERE

"MOLLY"
Buff's Molly O'Riordan, CD, CGC
October 28, 1983 - June 23, 1999
Tribute to "MOLLY" by owner Mary Riordan

Molly was my very first Yorkie. She was my gift for Christmas in 1983. I had never known anyone who had bothered to do obedience with a toy dog before, but when I saw a Yorkie doing Open exercises, I thought, "Molly can do stuff like that." So I started classes when she was 6 yrs. old. She and I learned together and by the time we were finished she had earned her CGC and then her CD in three straight shows. Our scores weren't great, but we had a bond that was worth more than high scores.

One year my junior high students did the "Wizard of Oz." Molly played the part of Toto -- or "Totette" as our music teacher called her. Her star is still in the music room. When she died, I wrote in our obedience club's newsletter that she had taught me more than I ever taught her. She changed my life forever.

I got "HUGGY" when he was 3 1/2 months old. His breeder put him on my lap and it was love at first sight for both of us. He was my first Toy breed and first obedience dog. When I got him, I had no intention of getting a CD much less two UD's. I just wanted a well-behaved little companion to live with and love.

A month after Hug got his Novice title I had to begin working the 2nd shift so I was unable to go to club practice in the evenings. I really wasn't planning on pursuing a CDX but the next thing I knew I was fitting "HUGGY" for a dumbell and sending for a set of PVC jumps. "HUGGY" got a 1st place his first try in the Open A ring and two 4th placements for his other two legs. He was rated 7th in the Delaney System for 1986. I entered "HUGGY" in Utility in the fall of 1988 and after a few trials and tribulations he got is AKC UD and earned his UKC UD in 1991.

I received so many compliments on what a well-behaved, sweet dog he was. He was a ham for the camera and liked to do obedience demos. Over the years of close companionship we had such a rapport, an ability to read each other and know what the other was thinking. This wonderful relationship blossomed over our almost 13 years together. I know I was very, very fortunate to have my "HUGGY" for so long, every day was a gift to be treasured, he truly blessed my life.

"DUSTY AND ROCKY" were the beloved pets of Pat Fallon. "ROCKY" was ready for obedience Open work but was retired when she tore her anterior cruciate ligaments.

"DUSTY" and Pat made a career of obedience Utility. They started in class in January of 1991, entered their first trial in July of 1992 and their last trial together was at the combined specialties in Fort Lauderdale, Florida in October of 1996. Not quite a Utility Dog but Champion of Pat's heart.

Both "ROCKY" and "DUSTY" are dearly remembered and forever missed by everyone who knew them.

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"JESSIE"

Stratford Jess A Bit O'Magic, CD, NA

June 22, 1996 to September 9, 2003
Memorial written by Arlene King, who was glad to call "JESSIE" her friend.

Pat Fallon suddenly lost her beautiful, gentle "JESSIE" today after a short illness. "JESSIE" was bred by the Scotts and was a daughter of their outstanding BIS CH Stratford's Magic who proceeded her to the Rainbow Bridge earlier this year. "JESSIE" was "Magic's" first and only offspring to earn an Obedience Title and was honored by the Scotts with a special pillow to celebrate her title. She had earned one leg towards her CDX and one leg towards her NAJ.

I shall always remember her sleeping with me at the PA Specialty just a couple weeks before she passed. What a sweet girl she was as I stroked her through the night. Our hearts go out to Pat and Larry on their loss. She will be remembered fondly by those that knew her.

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"BLOSSOM"

CH. Esprit's Cheerie Blossom CD

May 14, 1993 to March 21, 2000
Tribute below was written by owner Dorie Madsen

My dear sweet "BLOSSOM" died last Tuesday, March 21st. She had been quite ill since January. We just couldn't get her better.

I miss my "BLOSSOM" terribly. She was the happiest dog I have ever known. She didn't care for other dogs, and did her best to ignore them. She really didn't like many people either, but "BLOSSOM" adored me and every day she let me know this.....and I adored her back.

"BLOSSOM" was my partner for her whole life. I picked her out practically in the whelping box. She was beautiful with a pretty coat and such a lovely face. Structurally, she wasn't the best in the litter, but she had an attitude I couldnt resist. In the breed ring she took complete control. She gaited out in front with such incredible errogance. I was so completely delighted with this attitude she had. She would eyeball the judges and demand they put her up.......and they usually did.

"BLOSSOM" got her CD in 3 shows, but it took her the first 2 to figure out that she was not still in the breed ring. I said "Heel" and she went right out in front of me. Put her head back and tail up and once again dared the judges. She pulled it together and in the remaining 5 or so shows and earned scores between 193 and 195 1/2...and made me very proud. I was looking forward to showing "BLOSSOM" this spring in Open. I truly will miss not doing this with her. She loved jumping and retrieving. She was fast, and it just would have been such fun to show her. I was currently training Her in Utility.

Two years ago she had her first and only litter, which produced 3 males. Her son Esprit Kesar's I Kid You Not won BOW at the Yorkshire Terrier Club of Greater New York Specialty this past February. Of course, "BLOSSOM" was not surprised that he did so well. I was very proud. I miss my Blossom terribly.

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"MILDRED"

Mildred the Munchkin UD Can CD

3/11/80 - 10/29/96

Tribute to "MILDRED" by owner Gretchen Hofheins

I received "MILDRED" after begging my father for a dog for years, my sister was allergic to dogs and I lived with my father and he finally gave in and said we could get Yorkie because they were little and didn't shed. We lived in a condo at the time. After looking at several litters, "MILDRED" and her littermates looked like strong pups and the mother was healthy looking. So we took "MILDRED" home. She was not to be fed from the table but guess who the first one was to feed her from the table, my dad.

I started obedeice classes in the fall of 1980, the same month I started College myself. So "MILDRED" and I went to college together. She was very smart and caught on to things very quickly. The first night the instructor had all these advanced dogs and handlers and talked about dog shows. At the time I showed horses so I thought it was natural I would show my dog.

A year and a half later we entered our first Novice A show. "MILDRED" did very well placing in all of her Novice A shows. Her scores in Novice ranged from 194 - 198. She was a nice working dog. I still remember one of her Novice highlights was at a show where there was a six way runoff for 1st place and we were in it. This was back when you did the runoffs simultaneously with all six dogs in the ring. Mildred won the runoff, won the class and was High Scoring Toy that day. We participated in the Gaines Classic event that year and placed 29th (I think) Not bad for a Yorkie!

The following year we earned our CDX and our Canadian CD. She did equally as well in Open as novice. She placed in all but one show. I think her high score was a 197. We also participated in the Gained Regional as well as the Gaines Classic.

We started traning Utility and things seemed to go well. We got one leg in the spring of 1995. Shortly after that, she hyper-extended her patella and needed surgury. It was 6 months before we could get back in the ring. At this point "MILDRED" started to hate heeling. I suppose it was my fault because we were concentrating on all the new exercises and didn't keep the heeling fun. We tried everything to get her heeling back, but being a stubborn Yorkie she just didn't want to cooperate. We did get the UD with all legs being about 6 months apart. We qualified 2 more times in Utility before we retired her.

We did do some agility back in 1985 when USDAA first started becoming more organized. She was ranked several years In Delaney and Shuman systems. Usally #1 or #2 Yorkshire Terrier. In fact I think she was #1 for 3 years in a row. One year she was also ranked among the Top 10 Toys. She was also ranked in the YTCA system #1 one year and #2 one year.

"MILDRED" was my very first dog and she taught me so much. We learned together. She had the patience of a saint, and always forgave my shortcomings. There was nothing we didn't do together. We went to school together, parties, horse shows, dog shows and even travelled with me for my job. She taught my min pins respect and her frail old age taught me compassion for the aged. She was a true compainion for me. It is hard to watch a friend go from a young vibrant creature into an old and fragile one. "MILDRED" died in my bed on October 29th, 1996. I still miss her to this day and she will never be forgotten.

A little over a year ago I had a litter of min pins born, which 3 of them were born in my bed. A psychic had told me that "MILDRED" would return. I asked her how I would know it was her? She said you would know by the eyes. My "MILDRED" has come back as Lavonne. I knew the moment that pup opened her eyes that it was her, this was one of the pups born in my bed.

They say the ones that want to be with you will be with you always and that their souls will come back. I will just thank God that I had "MILDRED", and that she is back, although not the same, we are together again.

I miss you "MILDRED".

Love Always,
Gretchen

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SUNDOWNS LITTLE PRINCE
"RUDY"

September 26, 1985-June 18th 2001

Tribute to "RUDY" written by his owners Anne & Dennis Mathis

My little dog - a heartbeat at my feet. -Edith Wharton

Monday morning Dennis and I made the difficult decision to put Rudy to rest. At almost 16 yrs old and 4lbs,everyday was getting harder for him to find strength. His blindness, deafness and kidneys became an everyday struggle. We could not allow him to suffer anymore.

Rudy didn't do obedience or agility. He was content to sit back and watch his son "Cody" and daughter "Cricket" gain all the glory. And while Sister and the kids were getting titles added to their names, we decided to add our own to his. He became "KING" Rudy! He did go through beginners classes at MOTC after we first got him from an unhappy owner.

He brought light into our life and was content just to keep your lap warm and tell you each night it was "hot-dog" time at 8 PM by running up to the refrigerator and barking. You could set your watch by him. He'd be the first one to the car for a ride and greet any person or dog with no fear. To him, he was a giant of a dog and to his family he was also. We will miss you little man. "RUDY" is loved and missed by Anne & Dennis Mathis, Sister, Cody, Cricket & Bud

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- SISTER -

The Girls Little Sister, CDX, CGC

1986 to 2002

write-up by owner Anne Mathis

Saint Francis of Assisi now has a Yorkie. "Sister" died Sunday night of congestive heart failure. She was my first Yorkie, First Obedience dog and the ribbon that binds me to the friends I have made over the past 16 yrs. Through her eyes, I learned what training, playing and bonding meant. My "Miss Social Director" loved people as well as fellow dogs and made sure everyone got her kisses, even the judges during stand for exam! Utility was never her idea of fun so after too many NQs, she retired and spent her remaining years in Dad's lap. Furry mice are scattered about our house and even up to Saturday, she walked with a bounce and could wiggle that tail, but breathing was becoming an effort. Her personality lives on through her daughter Cricket and son Cody. "Sister" was our families foundation and will be greatly missed for a very long time.

Loved and missed by Anne and Dennis Mathis and
Cody, OA, OAJ, NAC-V, NJC-V & Cricket, CD, OA, OAJ, OJC-V (son and daughter) & Bud, NA, NAJ, NAC

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"CRICKET"
"SUNDOWNS RAY OF SUNSHINE" CD, OAJ, OAJ, OJC-V
1988-2003

Written by owners Anne & Doug Mathis

St. Francis has our last little girl. Cricket was diagnosed with "Cushing" disease about 5 yrs ago and this past weekend her failing kidneys finally won. Cricket was our Tomboy yorkie, no frills, no bows, the most accomplished of our yorkie family. She didn't start obedience or agility till age 9 and retired Fall of 2000 at age 12. She even helped demo agility at The Yorkie Rescue Ball this past October. Greeting friends and strangers with her Paw Paddle, just to get you to feed her, her philosophy was "I'll work, You pay" cookies, hotdogs, cheese, it didn't matter, but you better have something in your pocket. Our Little Girl will be missed by her only littermate Cody, brothers Bud & Racer, Dennis and I.

Thank you Jan Beard for asking me many years ago"When are you going to start training Cricket" or she would have just been a couch potato. Thank you Dr. Michelle Tilghman for your Holistic medicines along with modern medicine & love to keep Cricket healthy over these past years.

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Sweet Dreams Dear "PERCY"

PERCIVAL V, CGC

June 25, 1986 To January 1, 2002

Much beloved pet of Debby Funk

"PERCY", at Fifteen Years of Age, after a long illness, curled up on Debbys lap, received some final hugs and kisses and quietly left this world.

Debby Writes:

Percy as a working Yorkie! A lot of my friends who knew Percy well would get a chuckle out of that idea. Yes, he was my first obedience dog. Yes, he played at agility. But Working?!!! Only if the treats were REALLY good.

But Percy did have his tasks in life.

His first self-appointed job was to get me up at the crack of dawn. Since I work afternoon and evening hours, I was not accustomed to rising early. But Percy insisted that it was potty time as soon as it was light enough to see. Fortunately, I was eventually able to convince him the wake-up job was mine alone.

His next job was related to the first, to tell me when it was time to go out. He was quite reliable about this, never abusing it just to get out the door. And when he woke me in the dead of night, he always meant business. His only accidents were when I was too dense to read his signals.

Percy also knew that he had to rid the world of snakes, real or imagined. Mice he could tolerate but snakes were to be attacked. He once tried to take on a bull snake that possibly outweighed him. He got a tooth on the snake but then that darn leash wouldn't let him finish the job.

The assignment Percy was most passionate about was telling me when it was time to eat. That meant as soon as we woke up, everytime I came home, whenever I was eating, whenever I looked in the general direction of the kitchen. Pretty much any time at all. Even after other dogs joined the household, it was always Percy that kept track of mealtimes.

But Percy's most important job, and the one he never abandoned even when he was sick towards the end, was keeping my lap warm. He always let me to know that he loved and needed me. That I was the most important thing to him. What better job is there for a dog than to reinforce its owner's purpose in life. On that last day, he waited for me to finish all those little things I thought I had to do. We settled down with him in my lap and my hand stroking his hair. He knew we were together and he could go to his resting place peacefully.

Good-bye Percy.

"PERCY" will be greatly missed by his owner Debby and the entire "Workingyorkie" family. We will miss all those wonderful "PERCY" stories. Sleep well dear friend.

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"ABBEE"

Cupoluv's Magic Abbeekadabra
April 4, 1986 to December 27, 2002

Memorial written by Abbee's owner Rae Tanner.

I wanted all of Abbee's friends to know that she has joined her breeder (Zee Daricek) and her sisters (Cricket, Jenny, Robin and Nugget) on the other side of the Rainbow Bridge, where they will wait for us to join them.

Abbee (AKA U-ACH, U-UD Cupoluv's Magic Abbeekadabra, UD, CKC-CDX, SKC-CD, FDX, AD, OA) was a pioneer for the Yorkshire Terrier breed in the sport of agility. She was the first Yorkie to earn an AKC agility title, the first Yorkie to earn the USDAA Agility Dog title, and the first to earn UKC titles. She was tied for sixth place in all breeds of dogs earning the U-ACH title when it was instituted. When agility first got started, Abbee was usually the only Yorkie showing and in most cases, the only toy breed entered. I like to think that her performances encouraged other toy dog owners to show their small dogs as well.

Some of you will remember the dried mouse I carried to motivate her in agility. Those of you who got to hold the mouse while we showed will have a particularly good memory of it. Hey, whatever works, right!?

Abbee loved to do flyball. She actually learned by watching me try to teach my golden how to trigger the flyball box. The golden never did master the art, but Abbee went on to excel at it. Many of you may remember her showing at McCormick place along with her BC brother, Zak. I am not sure which of them enjoyed the sport more. Once again, Abbee was usually the only yorkie entered and often the only toy breed showing at the events. Abbee owed much of her success to all of the wonderful members of the Paw Power Blues Flyball team who supported and encouraged us to show. I think they also appreciated the fact that Abbee lowered the jumps to eight inches!!

In addition to agility and flyball, Abbee worked her heart out for me in the obedience ring, earning UDs in both AKC and UKC. She would have earned the Canadian UD if it hadn't been for the hated long stand for exam. One judge didn't notice that she had sat towards the end of the exercise and passed her, so she did have one UD leg in Canada. I guess all the big dogs hid her.

Best of all, Abbee was a great little companion. She loved to travel to the dog shows and greatly enjoyed barking at the horses in the fields. Her good friend Herron can attest to how feroucious little Abbee was, until she came nose to nose with one. Abbee then decided it was best to bark from a distance.

We knew when she stopped eating that the end was near. Missing a meal was not something that Abbee usually did. Dr. Becky helped make her passing more comfortable and my wonderful husband, Steve, was there to see her through. We will miss Abbee and she will not be forgotten.

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LILLEY'S TY STAR, NA, NAJ

10/20/99 - 5/5/2002
Tribute to "TY" by owner Sheila Lilley

Ty was definitely a "little heartbeat at my feet"

I fell in love with Ty the day he was born. He was the runt of the litter and was so little and so cute. I helped feed Ty, when I could, so he could grow up big and strong. Ty was always following me everywhere I went and was the first dog to be on my lap when I would sit down.

Ty was doing so well in agility. He was well on his way to his Open Titles last summer. His first agility trial he was in he brought home 3 legs in the two day trial. He was really good, not so fast, but real smart and learned very fast. Unfortunately he died before he could show us just how good he was.

It's still a mystery what he died from. The autopsy showed nothing definite. He died at the Emergency Care Center after being there 2 days. I just wish I could have been with him when he died. I guess God just needed another little Yorkie Angel for his Rainbow Bridge.

I hope Lady, my beloved American Eskimo, is taking care of little Ty for me until we meet again at the Rainbow Bridge.

God Bless you, I love and miss you both so much!

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"THOMPSON'S BIGGER THAN A CHIGGER"

"CHIGGER"
------- to September, 2002
Much beloved pet of Sharon and Shane Thompson

"CHIGGER" is shown catching her frisbee after vaulting off Sharon during a competition. Her routine was to the music "WOOLY BULLY"!!! "CHIGGER", broke ground in Frisbee competition and rules were actually changed so she could compete. What a show-stopper she was.

"CHIGGER" left behind wonderful memories of her life, her personality and her daughter "DYNAMITE" who loves the Frisbee as much as her mother did. "CHIGGER" will always be remembered by those that knew her.

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"C I M M Y"

"GR-CH, U-AG1 Brigshire Lady Cinnamon, CGC, TDI"

(#3 UKC Yorkshire Terrier - 1998)
1995 - May 12, 2003

Remembered and missed by her owners Pam and Bill Wengovorius

"CIMMY" was quietly put to her rest, at only eight years of age, after a very short illness. She was the foundation of "Brigshire Yorkies" and her sons and daughters and grandchildren carry on for her in the conformation, obedience and agility rings. She will be greatly missed. Our hearts go out to Pam and Bill on their loss.

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"H O W A R D"

"Howard's Being Good, UD, OA, NAJ"

April 2, 1992 - May 31, 2004

Memorial written by "HOWARD'S" owner/trainer/handler, Cathy Parker

Monday, May 31st, Doug and I held "Howard" and helped him cross the Rainbow Bridge. My heart is so broken I can not explain. This happened way too sudden and way too soon, "Howard" was only 12 years old.

He was not getting enough oxygen, we ran blood tests, xrays and ultrasound, all indicated he was a healthy dog. He could not be without oxygen for more than a minute or two before turning blue, he was not responding to any of the medications.

"Howard" was my first yorkie and first obedience partner. The bond I have with him was so strong and the pain with his loss is worse than I ever thought possible.

Note from Arlene and "Howard" and Cathy's Workingyorkie friends: "Howard" was an important part of the Workingyorkie list when it first started. Those of us that were there remember the wonderful post when he finished his UD. We all celebrated with Cathy. It is always hard to lose a pet and "Howard" will be remembered here by his workingyorkie friends.

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