Ever since my beloved Brownie (the chihuahua I had since I was 9) passed away at 16 years old, I was completely broken. I never had a family pet who meant that much to me. I thought I would never love anything as much as I loved him. I didn't even want to get another dog. I grieved for a really long time, and to be honest, I still do on occasion.
After about a year I started warming up to the idea of getting another dog. I had moved away from my family and missed the house full of dogs. I lived alone for the most part and really wanted the companionship a little dog could provide. I started looking at adoption websites for the perfect one. I knew I wanted to rescue, I just wouldn't feel right purchasing a dog when there are literally thousands of dogs who needed homes. Looking at those websites made me cry. There were abandoned and sometimes brutally abused chihuahuas of all shapes and sizes with their pictures on the screen. It was so hard to get through it, but I knew I was going to find my perfect little chihuahua this way.
Then I saw a picture of a cute little grey chihuahua on a rescue website. The second I saw him I knew I was in love! He was from downtown LA and had been thrown over a fence into a neighbor's yard. The woman who found him turned him over to Dawg Squad and was being fostered and waiting for a permanent home.
I immediately filled out a lengthy application to adopt little "Fendi". After being contacted, I was then scheduled to meet him along with his foster mom Gillian. I was so nervous! I just wanted Gillian to like me so badly because I couldn't imagine having another dog. I knew he was mine. Meeting him for the first time made me feel pure joy. He was timid, let me hold him and seemed like the most perfect little dog. I wanted to take him home right then!
After our meeting Gillian let me know she approved of me adopting him. I was so happy! I had to wait a few weeks to have Paczki (he was renamed) home. I bought so many toys, beds, treats, and clothes for the little guy. I was counting the days until he came home.
On February 28th, 2011 Paczki was officially mine. He seemed a little weirded out to be at his new home, but he quickly adjusted. I felt like my life was instantly fulfilled. I honestly can't remember my life without him. He makes me so happy and he replaced the piece of my heart that was missing. He is my everything.
I know some people might think it's crazy to love an animal that much. I can really appreciate the love a pet has for their owner. It's a completely selfless and unconditional love. I can't think of one human who possesses those qualities throughout their life. It's been almost eight months since Paczki has come home and my love for him has done nothing but grown. I love coming home to him and look forward to spending the next ten plus years with my little guy.
xoxo
Ashley