Astro is my first Yorkshire Terrier, my first Pocket Pup. He’s my dear old dog, the oldest dog I’ve ever owned. (My cat lived to a dignified 22 years young.) Astro will turn 14 next month. Our time together is running out. I have had dogs off and on for my entire life and I’ve loved them all. But Astro stole my heart. Dogs, heck most pets, give unconditional love. This tiny Pocket Pup has more love in his tiny five-pound frame than all my dogs put together. The breeder allowed me to visit Astro when he was six weeks old. I was smitten immediately. He was a tiny bundle of joy when we brought him home. We nearly lost him to dehydration when he got sick a week after he came home. Thanks to the emergency vet, he survived.   He loved his big brothers Nemo and Cosmo. Nemo crossed the rainbow bridge first. When we brought home a rescue dog, Gizmo, Astro cuddled right up to him. Astro loves his pack. He cries when one of his four-legged ‘brothers’ leaves to go to the vet or grooming or a walk. He was despondent when his older brothers passed. […]