This story encapsulates our Wookie well. One day I noticed that although Wookie was toothless, she was chewing on something, and chewing, and chewing. Curious, i tried to take her prize, to see what it was, but she hunkered down, and turned away, fiercely intent on keeping what she’d found: a beef short rib (cleaned by crows, and dropped, presumably, in our back yard), true happiness. She packed so much personality into that 5.5 pound frame, and brought out our collective humanities’ finest feelings.
I will miss her terribly, our little Yorkie, Wookie. May she rest in peace, and when not resting, find short ribs to chew in sunny meadows forever flowering.