Goodbye to Little P

My mother had to euthanize Puccini last night. Little P was 16, almost 17 years old.

Even though we did not get along well (too much nipping- her, not me), Little P was a great companion for my mother during the tough times. Puccini could be quite sweet and supportive as a care giver. Usually only to my mother, however.

RIP, Little P. If there is a doggie heaven, please remember that you are not as badass as you think so play nice! Be cute, stay furry, and keep on doing your Pomeranian twirls.