Sara Jane.

My family's sweet little yorkie-poo Sara Jane passed away today.

She was pretty old and sick,

so we were grateful she lived as long as she did,

but so sad to see her go.

She put up with a lot from our big, obnoxious family.

She survived through little Emma's years of 

slightly smothering adoration,

 And being the "sheep" in our Christmas play

Every. Single. Christmas.

And Sophie dressing her up in a SNUGGIE...

...and whatever this bedazzled thing is.

I'll admit I was the last one to warm up to her

(thanks to a fear-turned-dislike of dogs, that stemmed from

an encounter with a dog that pushed me to the ground when I was little)

But she always came and laid on the floor
next to the piano when I'd play.
And then one Christmas morning,
she just came and sat on my lap like we'd always been besties...

So eventually I just couldn't help myself.

She was the sweetest (littlest) poochie,

and we loved her so!