Toffee is my 11 year old, 16 pound Yorkie. He is my loyal companion, and very forgiving, although quite stubborn when it comes to mealtime. Yesterday we went for a long walk, so today he spent a lot of time sleeping.
Eleven years ago my husband died from a brain tumour. He was that one-in-a-million person who loved me unconditionally. His best friend and my children decided that I needed a puppy to convince me to get up every morning, and go on living. So, they found Toffee, and he did the job!
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