Our little Yorkshire Terrier Enzo died last year after a short illness he was almost 12. We miss him so very much, I struggle to get past the night he died and try to remember the good times we had with him. He was such a great little man, we tried to take him everywhere we went, on the rare occasions he could not come with us he would be waiting on the top of the sofa looking out of the window, as we entered he would race to fetch my slipper and try to sit on my lap before I've sat down. He would always sleep on our bed. When I got my mobility scooter we thought my husband would walk Enzo beside me but Enzo had other ideas he would sit on my lap as though he was steering. Enzo ruled the house he was one of the family not just a pet, We have so many photos, cushions and video's which helps us to remember him by. We were known as nanny & grandad and my son and his wife were mummy & daddy we all miss him so very very much, we talk about him every day & shed a few tears.