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let’s all take a moment to remember sweet little freckles, the chihuahua in this video whose life was tragically taken. our condolences goes out to her owner yates baroody and we pray justice is served. for the full story, click here, large dog kills chihuahua and owner walks away

dear famous chihauhua®,

my name is hendrik and this is my sweet kiddy who passed away on march 12, 2012. kiddy was adopted when he was only 4 months old and my family loved him very much. he brought such happiness into our lives and he always make me happy even when I was sad. we are from indonesia and we thank you for sharing our favorite picture of our kiddy with the world.

don’t grieve for me

don’t grieve for me, for now i’m free;
i’m following the path god laid for me.
i took his hand when i heard him call;
i turned my back and left it all.

i could not stay another day,
to laugh, to love, to work or play.
tasks left undone must stay that way;
i found that place at the close of day.

if my parting has left a void,
then fill it with remembered joy.
a friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss;
ah yes, these things, i too will miss.

be not burdened with times of sorrow,
i wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.
my life’s been full, i savored much;
good friends, good times, a loved one’s touch.

perhaps my time seems all too brief;
don’t lengthen it now with undue grief.
lift up your heart and share with me,
god wanted me now, he set me free.

in loving memory of kiddy the chihuahua
march 12, 2012
dedicated to his owner and family

have you a dog in heaven, lord? is there room for just one more?
cause my little missy just died; so she’ll be waiting at your door.

please take her into heaven, lord. and keep her there for me,
just feed her, pet her, love her, lord, that’s all i ask of thee…

rest in peace my sweet little missy, your memory will live on forever …

love you always,

your mommy..
donna marker from pennsylvania

this memorial is a tribute to allison blau’s adopted chihuahua beanie …

my dearest bean,

we may have only had two short years together but those years were full of love and understanding. i do not know how you may have been treated for your first 12 years, but i do know that for your last 2 years you were truly loved. it took some time, but your fear’s were eased and you opened your heart to mom, uncle dave and most of all to me. you made your mark on my heart little girl and i love you for that always.

a big thank you to teaka and famous chihuahua as it was through this wonderful website that i found bean, alone and scared in a shelter.

if you love chihuahuas, please adopt one… you just never know what kind of miracle awaits…

love always,

allison blau from fair lawn, new jersey

rip my sweet little beanie

dear famous chihuahua®,

i am sending my story as therapy more than anything. i recently lost my beloved chihuahua, mr. jiggles, my constant companion for the past five years.

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famous chihuahua® was deeply saddened to hear about the recent passing of superstar chihuahua, wheely willy. if you have never heard of wheely willy, here are the details of his passing and the amazing story that lives in the legacy of this amazing chihuahua. rip wheely willy.

… wheely willy is dead. or is he?

yes, it’s true, his “mother” deborah turner found him curled up next to her in bed on the morning of dec. 22, his tiny heart stopped. she wrapped a blanket around the dog, cradled him in her arms, held onto his little paws and wept.

but wheely willy the symbol lives on. just ask any kid who attended elementary school between 1999 and now.

chances are they met wheely willy. and if they met wheely willy, chances are they haven’t forgotten him.

“life is what you make of it,” was willy’s message.

and that’s a pretty powerful message, coming from a 4-pound chihuahua that overcame hate, paralysis and homelessness to become a tv star and eventually tour the world, bringing even the royal prince and princess of japan to their knees.

no one really knows where wheely willy’s life begins or what horrors befell him.

but he got a second chance in the early ’90s when a woman came upon a cardboard box, sealed with tape, on some street in los angeles. inside she found a hairless, emaciated, shivering little dog.

he didn’t bark, or even whine, because, she later learned, someone had cut his vocal chords. nor did he try to jump out, because, she later learned, his back was broken, leaving his hind legs paralyzed.

the woman took the little dog to a vet she knew who did rescue work, and there he lived, in a cage, for the next year. until deborah turner heard about him.

at the time, deborah owned the doggie in the window pet store in long beach, and she too did rescue work. she arrived at the vet’s office one day expecting to find a sad sack. instead, she found one of the most playful dogs she had ever met, dragging his legs behind him like he didn’t have a care in the world.

“we were all standing around looking at him with tears in our eyes,” she recalls. “well, he didn’t know what the sad story was.”

the vet had named him chilly willy, because before his hair grew back and he put on some fat, he shivered all the time.

deborah’s plan was to return to Long Beach to spread the word of chilly willy’s plight and try and find him a home. but when the vet put willy back in his cage, his ears went all hangdog droopy.

“ok, give him back to me,” she announced.

and soon willy was in a ford explorer on his way to long beach.

deborah’s first order of business was to give willy his legs back. she tried putting his hind legs on a small skateboard, but his front legs couldn’t keep up. next she tied a bunch of helium balloons to the back of the baby pajamas she had bought him, but instead of just lifting his back legs, it lifted his whole body off the ground.

then she saw an ad in a pet magazine for the k-9 cart. the day it arrived, she hooked willy up to his new wheels. he took off running, head thrown back, ears flying.

“this might sound dramatic,” deborah says. “but it took his world from black and white into full blown color. because that’s where life began for him.”

deborah took willy everywhere she went. he rode in the cart at wild oats. and he waited in line at the bank. he even went to the restroom with her since she had to express his bladder for him because of the paralysis.

out on the streets, it seemed like everyone wanted to know: what’s the story there with that little guy?

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