In August 2007, I unexpectedly lost my just turned 3 year old Yorkie to lymphoma. It was a blow I just couldn't get over easily. He was my love, my snuggle buddy, my constant companion. I had such a void. Several months went by, and I was still very sad. At that time (November 2007) our local SPCA helped out officials with housing of some rescued dogs from a Hillsville, Virginia puppy mill raid. Out of curiosity I went to look because I heard there were some Yorkies in the bunch. I immediately fell in love with "Quincy". He was so gentle and his eyes had such a yearning for love. I convinced my husband that adopting him was the right thing to do. Not only to help the dog but to help me. He would need alot of attention and love. I won't go into detail about the horrid life this dog must have lead based on his bad habits and timidness, but we worked with him. I called him my "saving grace" because I was so busy working with him that I didn't have time to focus on the loss of my other dog. Through much work and love, Quincy has turned out to be a beautiful, laid back loving dog. God knew what he was doing. Quincy wants you to hold him and love on him all the time. It was exactly what I needed and still need. Although I still miss my "lost" dog, had it not been for his passing, we would have never adopted Quincy and found a wonderful companion that has blessed our lives. He has been a wonderful addition to our family which includes myself, my husband, our son, Yorkie Milo (6), Yorkie Roscoe (1 1/2), and now Yorkie Quincy (~4).

Teresa
Ridgeway, VA