This is my ancient, 13-year-old yorkie - Simon.
I begged my mom to let me get a dog for the first eleven years of my life - and this is what she agreed to (she’s terrified of big dogs). He lives with my dad and my 12-year-old dachshund (Slinky) in the house we moved to when I was in the 4th grade.
He’s really sick right now - and it’s breaking my heart.
I’ll add this to my list: Things That Suck Living 3,000 Miles Away from My Family.
I thought putting his fuzzy, little mug on tumblr might make me feel a little better while he’s stuck in the vet’s office getting blood work.