My tiny Pomeranian had been getting weaker for quite a while now. Her legs were very wobbly.
When Ching cuddled up on my neck all night long, I knew something was wrong. This morning, the vet said Ching should be put to sleep, as her kidneys had packed up. As she looked into my eyes for the last time, she smiled. Then she was gone. 9.45am I took her away in her favourite blanket, and put her in the handbag she loved to travel in. I could not leave her behind. Soon I shall bury her under a beautiful tree in the woods. Fourteen years of her constant company. My baby. The pain is dreadful at the moment, but I know it will ease in time.

PRECIOUS CHING THE POMERANIAN.

My little Ching is teeny weeny;
about six inches from the ground.

She has large eyes and lots of fur;
but she's not that easy to be found!

I've often been talking to my shoes,
instead of her, as they are black too.

Gives me a fright when she appears,
as she darts out and away from you.

She never gets trodden on any more,
and can move so fast she's a blur.

This is because in her younger days,
we would accidentally step on her!

She's animated at her dinner time,
we certainly hear her voice purr.

Strange noises that sound like words,
she doesn't have to say much more.

But for all of this, she is mainly fur,
mostly skin and bone.

She has such character, all 2 lbs of her,
and almost smaller than a phone!


(R.I.P CHING - 22nd February 1991 to 3rd January 2005)