I stumbled on the web-site and after reading what others had to say I felt that I had to tell my story. In January of 2004, my youngest brother was killed in a car accident, since my Mom had been dead for several years it was me, my oldest brother, and my Dad,and Dad was getting up in years. I don't think that he ever really understood that his baby boy was gone, as he often asked for him and during the last few months of his life he would tell me that he had been to visit him in the hospital. In July of that year, my best friend had a massive coronary and died suddenly. We had put Dad in the VA hospital in May and he was slipping, just hanging on, it was getting harder and harder to see him like that, so one evening when I went to see him I told him that if he was staying around because of me he should go and be with Mom and rest. Dad died a few weeks later, in September, the day before my birthday. I will never forget that he told me if he wasn't there I would have no family. I reassured him that I would be O.K. but needless to say I wasn't. The next several months were terrible, then in March a friend and I went to another town to do some shopping, there was a car on the parking lot that had a sign, "Yorkies for sale, cheap. I did not want to look at the puppies but my friend urged me to at least take a look. The guy was really nasty looking, he had the puppies in a dog crate in the back seat, there were several in there, but only one looked up when we walked up, she was a tiny little thing, and she looked me right in the eye, she was asking me to help her. Needless to say, she went home with me, when I took her to the vet, she had worms, and was undernourished. The vet said that I had rescued her, that she probably would not have lasted much longer. Today she is just a little over a year old and is healthy and full of life. I know that my Dad sent her to rescue me, I know that his terrier Danny was waiting on him just this side of the Rainbow Bridge and that they crossed over together. I named my little dog Tiny Tuffie, because she had to be tough to survive, I know that my Dad probably knew that we were both in bad shape and needed each other, and he sent her to me. Thank You Daddy, Tuffie and I both send our love.