Memorial To Our Canine Family Members |
My first chi experience was with a chi mix. She was produced from Sonny's dog, a Schipperke, who met up with a male chihuahua who was quicker than we were! Spud was born in our house, under our bed, July 30, 1978. Chiquita didn't know what to do with the membrane around the puppies when they were born -- so she did nothing. I broke the membrane off each one so they could breathe. Before that I was a "dog person" all right, but I had never really cared much for small dogs.At any rate, the Schipperke, Chiquita, had five puppies and all were solid black like her, but one. The one exception was black and tan and that's the one Sonny wanted to keep. I wasn't too keen on keeping any of them at the time. Well, Spud, as Sonny had named her, never looked anything like her mother. She didn't look like my idea of a chihuahua either. I later saw some of the other puppies after they were grown and they all looked like a Schipperke. |
Spud was afraid of her food. She would sneak up on it, stretch her neck out as far as it would stretch, not getting her body any closer to it than she had to, and flick off a piece of food with her tongue. While rapidly backing away from the food, she would gulp down the piece she had in her mouth. After making a wide circle around the food, Spud would then approach it from the opposite side of the dish to go through the same manuevers as before.But the worst of her fears would happen once in a while when a portion of her food would move. If a morsel of food became precariously perched atop the mound of food and accidentally slid off to the bottom of the dish, Spud would clear the floor in a backwards leap of about four feet, and hit the ground running -- backwards! It would then take her an hour or two to sneak up on that same food again. |
She weighed 7 lbs. She was my shadow -- she would not even let me go into the bathroom without her. She loved me so much that she once proudly presented me with one of her most prized possessions. We had friends over one night for a big "mountain oyster" fry. Sonny loves 'em. He had acquired a large amount of the fresh variety that had to be shucked (skinned) before slicing for frying. The next morning, as I first began to awaken, I felt something in my opened hand. I looked under the covers and Spud's gleaming face was the first thing I saw as she guarded the contents of my hand. She was so proud of her gift to me -- she had somehow discovered the place where the "schucks" had been disposed of. |
Her physical condition deteriorated noticeably almost on a weekly basis the last year and a half of her life. Her hearing started going and she soon became totally deaf for most sounds (certain sounds she could still hear quite well). Her congestive heart failure worsened and her coughing spells became more frequent. Her hair became grayer, coarser, and duller. She developed cataracts and frequently had to have her teeth cleaned because of infected teeth. She had mammary tumors removed. We had not known of the health benefits of early spaying, so Spud had never been spayed.For years Sonny and I have not had any air conditioning, preferring ceiling and window fans in the dry West Texas climate to stale air conditioned air. But beginning when she was about 15 years old, although Spud had been cold natured all her life, she began to show definite signs of heat discomfort during most of the hot afternoons. That was enough to send us to Sears to buy $2000.00 worth of refrigerated air conditioning ($3000.00 when you figure in the maintenance agreements and interest). |
All the way up to the very last, my conscious mind still had hope, but with the clear vision of hindsight, I now realize that I knew on the 28th, and possibly even on the 27th, what was about to happen on the 29th. Although I always really and truly believed that I never could go through with something like this, the moment that I saw the pleading look in Spud's eyes on the morning of the 29th, I turned into "someone with a mission." I realized that most deaths are not pain-free, and to actually get to the point of death from kidney failure, her body would probably undergo a lot of painful trauma. From that moment on, my only purpose was to relieve her pain, even if that meant trading her pain for mine.This is going to sound really wierd, but when I say I turned into someone with a mission, I really mean I turned into "someone else." I actually felt as though someone "different from me" just stepped in and |
Chiquita
Chiquita was born May 16, 1976 to the dog owned by our next-door-neighbor while we lived in Fort Worth. From the time they first opened their eyes, our neighbor would place the entire litter of solid black puppies on her front lawn every morning to soak up some sun. Their lawn was adjacent to our dining room windows where Sonny always sat drinking his morning coffee while the puppies sunbathed.Pretty soon, one puppy began to sit every day under the window where Sonny sat. With pleading eyes, she would stare up into Sonny's face, holding one leg up with her little paw drooping. And every morning Sonny would say, "If I were to ever get a dog (which I'm not!), I'd get one just like this one." Then Sharon happened to be visiting once when it occurred. She asked Sonny why he didn't go ahead and get a dog. He said he had no kids at home and didn't want to be tied down with something that might prevent him from going somewhere whenever he got ready to go. So Sharon said, "Fine! You get ready to go somewhere, I'll dogsit!"Immediately Sonny asked me to go next door to inquire about getting that puppy. I did, and she was the only one left of the litter that had not been spoken for. I took her to our home on that day, and Chiquita never looked back -- she never considered again the house next door where she was born as her home. We've always said it was as though she picked us, and not the other way around. From that time on, she was Sonny's shadow, preferring to be by his side in everything. |
Chiquita immediately began to jump toward the back window, her hackles up, growling, snarling, and barking at the approaching plane. The plane appeared to be very low-flying as it came nearer our position on the highway. Chiquita's attack continued full-blown as the plane loomed ever larger and became more frighteningly loud. Just before it went over our heads, it looked as though it was about to come flying through the back window of our car. At that moment, Chiquita's courage flew out the window and she caved in. She dived under Sonny's seat. When we later pulled her out to comfort her, she was shaking like a leaf. Her courage after this incident was never as great as before -- almost, but not quite. For the rest of her life, she would only attack 18-wheelers, not planes. |