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.
my wife and i got mr. jiggles by way of my wife’s mom, whose friend volunteered at the local animal rescue organization and told us that the rescue had a frightened little chihuahua that had been taken from it’s home by the police for reported abuse.
mr. jiggles was a very scared little chihuahua with a scar on his back from a cigarette burn. he was afraid of our feet, so we figured he had been kicked. over time he began to trust us and getting what i called a “foot rubbing” became his favorite pass time.
i am 60 years old and work from home. mr. jiggles and i have never been apart for more that a few hours. he was more my dog than my wife’s or daughter’s. he sat in my lap when i worked at the computer and he slept with us. my wife often said that mr. jiggles had become an attachment. he was always no more than a few feet from me.
mr. jiggles was the embodiment of all things that represent the positive in life: unconditional love, loyalty, (i’m having a hard time seeing through my tears as i write) acceptance, companionship, ego less, non-judgmental, selfless, understanding, patience and cooperative.
mr. jiggles got me through some of the worst times in my life because he was always there no matter what. i truly loved mr. jiggles with all my heart and i miss him dearly. i often told him that if one of us died first, we would meet up somewhere again. him passing has left a hole in my heart …he had become part of me.
can anyone understand how a grown man can cry like a baby at just the thought of his dog?
presently in mourning,