Rayma and John (my sister and brother-in-law) had a real tragedy happen. They were in Dallas, getting ready to watch their grandkids because their daughter and her husband are going to Hawaii for their 10th wedding anniversary. Night before last about 5:00 Candy Belle, John and Rayma’s little Yorkie, suddenly just died. One minute Candy was playing with her ball–she always had a tennis ball in her mouth–thirty seconds later Rayma found her dead, with her ball rolling down away from her inert body. She was only 4 years old.
They drove back to my parents’ farm by Lake of the Cherokees last night, about a 4 hour drive, and got here at 2 in the morning. (Audrey, Chad and I were here already, visiting). I’ve never seen John cry so hard. It was so horribly sad–I cried with him. He made a little wooden coffin for her and we all worked on making a headstone for her. We buried her in the garden next to Mom and Dad’s house.
I started looking in the classifieds for a female Yorkie puppy and found one in Chelsea. I drove Rayma out there and we bought it. Chad and Grady were with us. She is only 8 weeks old; born on April 1. She is sooo sweet. Rayma wants to name her Candy Belle, too–Like Candy Belle II. But John doesn’t want to.
They are thinking of naming her Bella Ray. They want to register her and hopefully breed her when she gets older. She is really small, though.
The mother weighs only 4 pounds and the father 2 1/2 pounds. So she might not ever go into heat. Anyway, I think it’s good therapy for them–especially John.
I’ve never seen him get so attached, but he said he was with Candy 24/7, and she was just like his second soul mate. I just heard him say that this was the hardest thing that he has ever had to go through, is to lose Candy.
I just heard John say that he would call the new puppy Belle.
Oh, and they decided on Isabella Candace for her registered name, and call her Bella.
Here are some pictures of the new puppy. Audrey is holding her in this last picture!