An end of an era

I never thought the death of my mom's yorkie would cause me such sadness. But it seems I was a bit more emotionally attached to that little shit head than I thought. He was a true pain in the ass. Wouldn't let anyone touch him but my mom. My dad gave him to my mom as a late Christmas present the year before he died. So, I have sat here this evening crying. Crying over the loss of this little animal and over one of the last things my mom had that she felt connected her to my dad.