gazerwolf already said a lot about it so I won't repeat that. I miss our tiny princess, whether I show it much or not. It hits in little fits and bursts. Max was a rescued pup - our niece found her in a dumpster, then asked us to take her a few weeks later when she moved to a non-pet place. Max was tiny and skittish, terrified of everything, she'd run and hide under the entertainment center if anyone even reached toward her to pet her. We let her come to us when she was ready, and she was definitely worth the wait. She didn't have all that long, but she had a good happy life, and we're better for her being in it.
