My little Yorkie has walked beside me through breakups, sick days and every late-night study session, so when the vet said it was almost time, I knew I had to be there until the very end. That tiny body with the giant lion heart shouldn’t have to face the last chapter alone under bright clinic lights. I stayed, stroked his silky ears, thanked him for every wag and cuddle, and let him fall asleep listening to the voice he’d always run to. If a Yorkie has ever guarded your pillow or greeted you like you were their whole world, please stand by them when they need you most. Their final moments should be filled with love, not loneliness.