Totty was the most active puppy I had ever had. I brought him home when he was only 8 weeks old and he was less than a pound. I put him down in the front yard and lost him for a bit as the grass needed cutting. He was always by my side, I felt like I was his Mother. He was actually my Father's dog as his retirement dog, Joey, had to be put down. I was the one that fed Totty, played with Totty, took Totty out so naturally Totty would come to me instead of Daddy. Daddy always said, "Totty is not my puppy but your puppy". In the end he did become my puppy. It was the second week of January and my brother took Totty out to "potty" and Totty was hit by a truck in front of our house. Such a loss to me. I felt like I had just lost a child. I felt so lost during the days as I was so busy with Totty. Since Totty has passed I will not have anymore puppies in my life. The pain is too great for me. I have been thru so much death in the past 10 years that I feel I can't face anymore death. Totty was a joy in my life and I am thankful that he was in my life for the 2 years that I had him.

Favorite Things

play, play, play