My daughter Heather’s applehead Chihuahua T.J. passed away yesterday. He’s been part of our family for 11 years. Traveled with us from Oregon to California then finally to Texas where he got dressed up this past Halloween. Think he secretly dug it. The costume so went with his personality!
He’d been ailing for quite a while with a congenital heart murmur and an underactive thyroid. Had to take two kinds of pills, which might have been a bummer except that it gave him – and our other four dogs – the opportunity to eat small tidbits of lunch meat or cheese used to conceal his pills. And, of course, the others would not be given short shrift on their goodies, minus the pills.
T.J. ruled the dog pile in spite of being the smallest and oldest. He could and would put any of the other dogs in their place, including Oreo, my grandson Ryan’s border collie/pitbull mix. Oreo loomed large over T.J. but was no match for him if T.J. had an issue with her behavior.
We’ll miss you, T.J. The family room and backyard won’t be the same without you. Except, in a way, you’ll still be here. Love you, T.J.