Blood on the Dance Floor
My dog Chico died today around 4 pm. He was almost 14. He was born on April 15, 2000 and died March 29, 2014. None of my other pets are allowed to die for the next year, but the rest are all healthy and young. Chico was old, had him for years.
When my family had been without a dog for some years after our previous dog Lulu died. Then my brother's friend dog, a Chihuahua, had puppies. My brother asked my parents for a new dog and they thought, "How much trouble can a Chihuahua be?" Little did we know. When first saw him, he came out with his siblings and he was marching like those hyenas in the first Lion King movie. He was the run of the litter, twice as small as his siblings and he had a grey body and brown head. He was born black but change color to grey and then to brown, but his tail remain black. He was missing fur in patches because his siblings were ruff with him. My mother thought he was ugly but we took him home anyways. My brother wanted to name him Chico, but we suggested other names like Goliath, Hercules and Mini Me. Eventually we just stuck with Chico.
As a young dog Chico liked to be chased and he would run in a figure 8 pattern. Our grass was also taller than he was so he would frolic like a deer to see where he was going. He barely grew when he reach adulthood and remained small and cute like a puppy his whole life. We spoiled him rotten when he was small and he got fat. At first my family didn't notice it until we took him to my aunts house for the holidays and they pointed out how fat he was. So we put him on a doggy diet and he lost the weight after a few walks. He retain the extra skin from when he was fat but it made him squishy so it was okay.
An elderly couple down the street had two female Chihuahuas and they found out we had a male. So we mated Chico with a female Chihuahua down the street. A seven year old female and she only had one female pup. Then my brother found Coco, a female Chihuahua who had been a stray for some months. She was skin and bones and smelled like death. She was covered in rotten beans. My parents were away so my brother and I gave her a bath and fed her and tried to make her look cute so our parents would let us keep her. Coco became our dog and a few months later she and Chico had puppies, five in the first litter, but one died.
They had a second litter before we got Coco fixed. As Chico got older, he started to have health problems. One was he would have some kind of attack after eating greasy and/or salty food. So we had to watch what he ate. Then he and his much bigger son Teddy got in a fight one day, probably over food or something stupid. Chico being older and smaller got beaten up but his extra skin kept him from getting too injured. Still Chico retained a neck injury that caused him to have poor balance. It didn't seem to bother him and Teddy never attacked him again. Just one of those weird moment I guess.
Coco died from an unknown caused, we think maybe a spider bite. Teddy sadly got hit by a car and died. :C We were surprised that they died before Chico. Then last year in June Chico was diagnosed with a heart mummer and had fluid in his lungs. We had to take him to an animal hospital for treatment and Chico then had to take pills the rest of his life to prevent any farther problems. Most dogs with this condition lived for another three months so we thought he didn't have much time. However Chico just kept going and going like that bunny from those battery commercials. It's been about 9 months since then so it's a surprise he made it list long. I was the only one home when he died so I had to hold him and tell him it was okay and he could go if he wanted. For the past few days he's been weak and sickly. This allowed my family to have time. We had him for so long, almost 14 years. Now it's gonna be weird without him. Life after Chico. I am not used to not having him around. Life may be a little easier now that I don't have to give him pills and care for him, but he was my baby, so I didn't mind before. I'm gonna miss that. He used to get things stuck to his nose when he would got sniffing around out side. Today I kind knew he was gonna go. I haven't eaten much or slept well. The res of today is gonna be one of those mopy days.
At least I still have Mark, Chica and Dante, Chico's puppies with Coco. They are around seven years old, but they are still his babies. Oreo, my parents' Chihuahua, said his goodbyes by licking Chico's face before we buried him. Oreo and Chico were best of buddies and around the same size. Made things a little better with his kindness. Oreo is sweet.