Recently we have lost our Pomeranian mix Bobby, it seems that someone ran over him near our property and left him in our field to rot in this blistering summer heat. It was about 3 days that my middle sister and my dad begun to worry, my dad thought of the worst, he was dead in our near by ditch. My sister just thought that someone stole him. To my opinion Bobby was the cute but ugly dog, extremely shy towards others and might nip at your toes if you were an intruder, his annoying barks during the night ranged in my ears and never let me sleep. (resulted in grumpy mornings) Both my dad and my sister went to look for him in our almost 4 acre field, you can imagine it is about the size of a foot-ball field perhaps bigger, let your imagination run. It amazed me that his grandmother Hermonie, did not seemed fazed or worried for her missing grand-dog, neither did she walk to his dead body and tell us where he was when we asked her, she is a dog that seems to understand human language and tries to talk to us, but like always unsuccessful, just her tired worn out eyes sent out a hint. Our other dog Max seemed to miss his nipping buddy, and resulted in more energy filled jumps and scratches that I myself did not adore. Instead, a man that cut my dads alfalfa field found him, I was on the computer when I somewhat found out of this unfortunate event, my middle sister came in bursting in tears and falling to her knees beside the couch. My older sister went outside to see what was the matter, and I knew that it was not going to be good news. I went and saw that my dad begun to dig a hole, his grave, next to his mother Puppy. His neck was black, charred, half his face deformed, missing, twisted with the pain of death. It stunk, I have smelled death before, but it was never this powerful, the sun had helped quicken the decomposition of this empty capsule, only flies thought of it as a nest to lay their next generation of "death eaters". My dad handed me the collar, of course, it smelled as well, but I had to bear with it, my middle sister came, red-faced, tears and mucus running down her face, it was not the first time I've seen her cry like that, nor would it be the last. I handed her his collar, she accepted it without even thinking about it, she did not care whether it stunk or not it was just one of the memories that would perhaps last a lifetime if kept secret. Both my sisters cried, one of them said that my dad cried as well, "there wont be another dog that can replace him" he said, Bobby would follow my dad everywhere, on the ditch, on the road, or waiting for the car to be safe and everyone came out in one piece, or just guarded the house no matter his tiny size, he did not care, it was his home and he silently vowed to keep it that way. As for me I did not cry, I wonder why I did not cry that day but I've realized that his spirit will still be roaming around silently protecting this house, he will never be gone he will always be in my heart.
Days later our other dog Max ran loose, did not care of our callings and was always in his own little world. I knew the unfortunate event would happen it was quite obvious, he was stolen. For a week we went to the animal shelter, animal control, and even accepted to volunteer for the Humane Society and walk dogs to see if he ever appeared but he did not. He was another rescue that we got off the street, I knew him since he was a pup, an ex-neighbor that lived in front of my mom's house had him, he came to the house one day, sweet dog I tell you, but Id never imagined that they would abandon him for two weeks when they left the house. My dad and sisters eagerly wanted to get him and take him to my dads house, I myself did not want him for some reason, he didn't "catch my attention" you could say but I did not connect with him as well as my family did with him. For months we had him, destroyed my dads hard grown plants, ran loose when he wanted, and even brought us two roosters from across the street. Unacceptable I would always think, I don't like him, I would say unashamed, I would've gotten rid of him a long time ago I would tell my dad. I still don't have regrets for those sayings, but still he was a character I never dealt with before. Still like any other dog or pet, I'll always remember you.
That was it. Hermonie was by herself, at around 9 years of age, it is too almost her time. She went into depression mode, and like humans, she did not eat and never felt like getting up and saying hi. I'd gotten my middle sister in tears because I confronted her that Hermonie would not keep eating and if worst comes to worst, she'd die of hunger. You can call me "cold hearted" at this point, but it was the only way to get it into my dads and her mind to adopt a dog from the shelter. So three days ago we went into Animal Control and looked for dogs, (the Humane Society is a NO KILL shelter and has had one dog live there for 7 years, plus they get a lot more money as well) so we went where they dont have an option but kill the poor help-less animals. We looked and looked, so many Chihuahuas, so many "dangerous breeds" that people are afraid of, I wouldn't mind adopting one of those. I saw one Chihuahua that was ugly, but at the same time cute, I would have love to adopt him, but my middle sister paid no attention and was "blocked" mad at my dads request of the "perfect dog" which was impossible. We had to make a choice, from VIP Labradors, to cute puppies (which get adopted the most and in the end left on the street once they grow) she wanted to get a tri-colored Chihuahua but it barked so much and had that "Im boss" energy, Im sorry but I did not feel the vibe. Instead out of the 5 that were in the same kennel, I noticed a Longed Haired Chihuahua mix, almost looked like Hermonie, and is Chocolate/Caramel colored, he did not bark much and wagged his tail anxiously like the others. We brought him in on one of the meeting rooms, shy and timid, to the others did not seem like a good combination but I saw that it was probably the best. Amazingly it was his last day there, another day and he would have been put to sleep. I rarely got to name a dog, he seemed to like "Churro" and would look up at me from below my seat. So I got the choice to name him because I claimed that I never got to name one so they let me. We had to wait a day before getting him, and that day finally came. Today seemed to be the day that he melted his timid-ness away and warms up to us. Hes indoors now, and follows anyone who gets up and starts to walk, he is very good on the leash, so half the training from me is done, I usually do the leash walking, and rarely barks as well and just lays down where ever we sit or stand. He seems unfazed by Birdy and looses interest. He doesn't know what Chickens are, and Hermonie approves of him as well which is really good, it seems of her old age that she just doesn't care any more. He seems to have warmed up to me the most, haha I dont know if I should feel special because of this, or what-not but it I dont worry about that now. For all I know is that we have a new friend that can never replace Bobby or Max, but is welcomed like any other dog that we would have gotten.
Please, if you would like to adopt a new friend, yes I'd recommend from the Humane Society only because they have more info in the dog/cat, and perhaps a bit more training BUT think about it. Animal Control ONLY gives 3 days to animals without microchip, and five days with microchip, and most are from the street, just like "Churro". "Save a Life Today"