I had a toy poodle too. I gave him away to a friend who took care of him with care. His name is Cookie, deriving from his brown fur. I got him when he was still the size of my palm. I passed him to my friend worrying that its fur might cause allergy to the new arrival of a baby in the family. Cookie was 7 years old that time. 3 years ago when he was 17 years old, my friend called me one day informing me Cookie was struggling with aging sickness. I went to see him the next day. He saw me. He was lying on his mattress. He saw me. He recognized me. Occasionally he tried to get up but failed. I spent hours with him, cuddling him. The next day my friend told me he had gone. I chose to believe that he waited for me before he left. I still wonder if he wondered where was his original co owner. Why she never came to see him for the last time. I should have quietly told him that day.