As everyone probably knows I have owned a Chihuahua before Ember. Well, his name was Max...
We had rescued Max from an abusive family, and in the years he was with me we had bonded strongly. Nothing could have torn us apart. His love for me was unspeakable, and vice versa. So we decided to bring a new dog into the family because his big friend, an 8 year old Beagle (who had sadly gotten heartworm and died suddenly, before we even knew it) had passed on. So we got another beagle friend in early December 2010...
On December 20th, 2010, at roughly 3:55 pm eastern time, I was in the front yard walking Trigger our new beagle, and Max was out in the backyard playing (fenced in) while I did so. Our neighbors' pit bull, Lala, charged up to the fence... and I turned around to go back in, since Lala scared me (the owners of her trained their dogs to fight, mom had reported them several times but to no avail) alot... I heard a high pitched painful "YIP!" behind me. I whirl around only to see Lala over our fence, with my beloved Max in her mouth, shaking him. I stared, frozen and unsure of what to do, in shock. "Goodbye, Max..." is all I could say gently, then he died. I began to scream, mom raced out and saw- she raced over to the neighbors while Grandpa called animal control. Max died December 20th, 2010 at 4:00pm eastern. The day I will never forget.
Animal control came and got the dog that killed him and it got put down on Christmas eve. They took Max's body to a dog cemetary that we don't know the location of.
It's nearly 1 year without Max and I'm barely pulling through. He was the best friend I'd ever had- and I just can't let him go.
We had rescued Max from an abusive family, and in the years he was with me we had bonded strongly. Nothing could have torn us apart. His love for me was unspeakable, and vice versa. So we decided to bring a new dog into the family because his big friend, an 8 year old Beagle (who had sadly gotten heartworm and died suddenly, before we even knew it) had passed on. So we got another beagle friend in early December 2010...
On December 20th, 2010, at roughly 3:55 pm eastern time, I was in the front yard walking Trigger our new beagle, and Max was out in the backyard playing (fenced in) while I did so. Our neighbors' pit bull, Lala, charged up to the fence... and I turned around to go back in, since Lala scared me (the owners of her trained their dogs to fight, mom had reported them several times but to no avail) alot... I heard a high pitched painful "YIP!" behind me. I whirl around only to see Lala over our fence, with my beloved Max in her mouth, shaking him. I stared, frozen and unsure of what to do, in shock. "Goodbye, Max..." is all I could say gently, then he died. I began to scream, mom raced out and saw- she raced over to the neighbors while Grandpa called animal control. Max died December 20th, 2010 at 4:00pm eastern. The day I will never forget.
Animal control came and got the dog that killed him and it got put down on Christmas eve. They took Max's body to a dog cemetary that we don't know the location of.
It's nearly 1 year without Max and I'm barely pulling through. He was the best friend I'd ever had- and I just can't let him go.