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Greetings Yorkie Lovers!!!! |
My name is Marilyn Faughner. I have adored Yorkies since I was a child when I saw one in a picture.My husband Donnie, remembered my fascination with the breed and found one for me for my birthday in 1982.
She cost me all of my savings but I cashed in everything to buy her from a back yard breeder. |
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 Her name was Buffy, Ewok a Doggie,The Wonder Dog. She was the quintessential Yorkie - tiny, bossy, and loyal. She was a typical Yorkie bitch, domineering,
demanding, stubborn and adorable. She was my heart for 18 years. When she was 17, I knew the end was coming at my heart like a freight train. Buffy was blind, deaf and though she ate well, she tottered
delicately on spindly legs. I knew my arms would ache with emptiness without her and that was nconceiveable to me. |
Searching for another Yorkie puppy, I was like everyone else. Visiting breeders, attending Yorkie specialities,
quizzing other Yorkie owners, I begged for information, for contacts, for help in finding my next precious one.
What did I get? A lot of cold shoulders! The Yorkie professionals were too busy minding their business to
educate me. I was so ignorant of the breed, it should have been illegal. Even though I had cared for Buffy,
there was so much I didn't know and no one had the time to teach me. |
Then it hit me like a shrieking Yorkie headache: Teach YOURSELF! Of course I could. Of course I should. Of
course I would. AND I DID! Every book, every email chat room, every Yorkie specialty, every website, every
breeder, every thing I could find on the breed, I read it. I inhaled it. I crammed the information into every
corner of my brain AND THEN I went searching for MY Yorkie |
I found his breeder online. But I didn't stop there. I researched her history, her reputation, and her references
until I knew what to expect from her line. Her credentials were impeccable. Her foundation sire was a finished
champion in several countries. I followed her successes in shows in New York and met her long before I asked
for one of her puppies. Because I had done my homework, I could "talk" Yorkie with her with ease. Still, it took
me three weeks to convince her that I would be a good mom to one of her kids. |
I had seen her dogs, in all their splendor, and I knew what to expect. When she asked me which dog I wanted
I was ready. "Any dog you send to me will be perfect," I replied. And so it was. She sent me my dearest little
Rascal Rudy. You can see what I mean. He is perfection. I love him beyond words. He was my solace when Buffy could no longer stand. When she faced the Bridge, I held her tenderly, kissed her and cried bitter tears. The tears were for me, not for Buffy, who went to the Bridge on January 9, 2000, because it was her time. I know I will meet her there when my time comes. |
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 It was just Rudy and Donnie and I for awhile. Rudy seemed to miss Buffy's grouchy presence. He loved to torment
her when he wanted her to play. So without hesitation, I called my breeder again to ask for another bundle of joy.
She knew I treasured Rudy to the point of insanity so she was not sure that a second Yorkie could be loved and
given the attention he deserved. She had just one request: that I love the second little one for his own sake, in his
own right, and not as a second dog. I promised her to love the new comer just as he was. She had a special one
in mind. She carried him in her sweater pocket and called him TiQ. I am not sure what that meant to her, but I call him TQ 'cause he is TOO QUTE!! |
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 And so we were, a happy Yorkie family, smug with success in our research. We had done it! We had purchased the
best of the breed and they were so beautiful my throat ached when I gazed at them. Then one momentous day, a
casual comment by a passing stranger changed my life, my family's life and many hundreds of people's lives. She
saw my gorgeous Yorkies and admiring them, asked if I had "rescued" them. "Rescue?" A YORKIE! I knew she had
to be kidding. WHO would have to rescue a Yorkie. It's like saying you have to rescue a Cadillac. Who would throw
away or abuse one of these adorable little dogs? With a sad, knowing smile, she whispered, "Their owners die too.
" Like a lightning bolt I understood. Of course there were Yorkies whose owners died and left them with no place to go. As I thought about it, I realized that there were many reasons a Yorkie might need a new home: If a senior went to a nursing home, or a family moved to an apartment or if a military person was deployed overseas... etc. etc. etc. There must be many Yorkies who needed a home. Why hadn't I thought of this? Ignorant and uninformed, I had purchased my boys from a good breeder. But now - I could not rest until I found out more about helping homeless Yorkies. |
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 And so it began. I gave this new mission every bit as much dedication as I had my search for Yorkie information.
I found Yorkie rescue. Working with several different rescues, I helped to place dozens of Yorkies. Then my husband
suggested that I start my own rescue. The thought overwhelmed me but I couldn't stand the thought of a little Yorkie
in a shelter, scared and alone. They needed my help, and by God, I was not going to let them down. My husband,
Donnie and I started Save A Yorkie Rescue, Inc. on January 1, 2002. Since that day we have saved over 600 Yorkies.
And more come in everyday. I added to my brood too. First came Cody, Cody Co Co Puff who came to me with a badly broken leg. He was a foster but I failed Fostering 101 and Cody stayed with us. Much later, I failed fostering 102 by keeping Maxatawny (who is not scrawny, in fact he's quite brawny, just like his daddy, Donnie) So I have 4 now. 2 purchased and 2 rescued. It is all my arms can hold so I cannot adopt more. That is where YOU come in. If you want to help save a Yorkie, contact me, we'll carry on the mission together. Here is a picture of 3 of my 4 love bundles. Aren't they the best? |
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| Post Script: Cody Cody Coco Puff died in my arms at the age of 7 years due to a severly collapsed trachea. That is Cody on the far left. I miss him every day. |
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