Chico

Chico,He was 8 year old Pit Bull Terrier, he was born on march 29th, 2000. He was a very well dog. I could trust him i any situation. My brother purchased him from a breeder in Texas when my brother moved out he couldn’t take the dog to his new apartment so i kept him with me i didn’t like the idea at first i was still kind of afraid of him at the time but i didn’t want to see the dog on the streets. After a few months of being with the dog we established the best relationship I took him for a few walks during the day, took almost everywhere i went. Almost a year before he passed i got him a playmate, a 12 week old  pug and they really hit it off from the start they became really good friends always playing with each other sharing food and giving baths to one another. Chico looked out for his new friend he always watched over and served as a big brother figure to him. Chico was a very sweet and cuddling dog you could be laying on the couch and he would jump up lay next to you and give you alot of kisses. He loved to give people kisses as soon as someone walked in the door he met them there wagging his tail at full speed and showering them in kisses. He really changed mine and many others attitudes towards Pit Bulls its just simply how you raise them to be. Chico loved the kids in the family he would let them ride him like a pony pull his ears and all. When my nieces and nephew would spend  the night he would always ditch my bed and go lay and sleep with them. We found out he had cancer around November 25th and he was doing fine considering he still had tons of life in him was eating regularly but on December 4th he took a turn for the worst he wasnt the same dog he had no energy couldnt keep balance it was very scary and he couldn’t keep any food or water down. I got really sad seeing him that way and took him to Paws n’ claws vet clinic. They told me to put him to sleep sometime really soon, but i couldnt do it that day i just couldnt i wasn’t ready for it.  I set up an appointment on December 5th to get him “put down” It was the absolute hardest thing i have ever had to do. Chico was my first dog I loved him so much he became a part of the family. When i told some of my family members i had to put him down they raced to my house to spend the last times with him. When it came time to “put him down” i lost it i just couldnt handle it but i remained in the room cause i wanted to be there with him. i just held him extra close to me and cried. He took his last breath at 4:27 pm on December 5th, 2008. I love Chico and miss you. Take care buddy you’re in a better place. we all miss you and love you greatly.