When I got Gabriel he was almost dead. He couldn't walk and had very little hair. The Vet. did not know for certain how old he was, but his best guess was 4 or 5 years. He came from a puppy mill. I carried him in a pouch and sang to him all the time. I fed him home cooked meals, took him outside to play every couple hours to try and strengthen his legs. After 4 months he opened up like a rose. He was going to make it. Finally a wonderful gal adopted him into her little family. She had a little boy Yorkie. Wasn't too long that we both decided that Gabriel looked more like an Australian Terrier than a Yorkie. He kept getting more thicker hair and it only grew to a certain length. Gabriel was one in a million. He touched everyones heart that knew him. He was a very special angel for sure. He died in him mommys arms with his brother sitting beside them. I got this picture today in the mail and thought I'd post it.
