The Weber family's beloved purebred Chihuahua, our pride and joy for his entire life span of sixteen years, nine months.
We chose him from a litter when he was so small, he fit in the palm of my hand. It would be six more weeks before he could leave his mother and come to live at our house.
Every day of his life, Javier brought smiles, laughter, and happiness to all who met him, and especially to his family. If you cried a tear as he sat in your lap, he'd climb up on your chest to tenderly lick it from your face. Maybe he just liked the salt taste, but it felt like love.
If I made smooching sounds, he'd sweetly lick my lips and no, that didn't bother me at all.
He was a handsome little guy, too. No matter how old he got, he retained a charming and irresistible puppy-like quality. The luminous eyes and the soft fur, the cute characteristics. Javy was special.
Could Javier be annoying? Sure. At the moment I can't remember exactly how. Well, wait -- there was his knack for frequently being on the wrong side of any closed door. Scratching to get in. Or out. That wore thin a time or two.
I'd give a lot to hear him scratching at a door right now.
Truth: Our pookie boy was a treasure, a treat, a true tiny companion. We often said, all Javier ever really wanted was to be by your side. Whether you were walking, standing, sitting, or lying down, he wanted to be beside you, soaking up your warmth, existing in your presence and comforting you with his own.
In his heyday our Javier was comical, energetic, mischievous, and a reliable source of inexpensive entertainment. He had a large vocabulary and we loved his antics when we'd say something like "bath" (he cowered as he always hated water) and "walk" (which generally made him flip out until the door was opened and he could trot down the street).
A year or so before his death, Javier went to the vet to have all of his teeth pulled. They were diseased and he'd had trouble eating even soft food, or kibble made soft with warm water. After his gums healed, he began chowing down on hard kibble again, gained weight, and got back lots of his old mojo.
But his age became an issue, and arthritis took a harsh toll. We were helping him get around as best we could. Then he was beset with incontinence, which we again chalked up to old age. We now know the potty problems were the result of kidney disease.
In late March of 2016, Javier stopped eating but was always thirsty. He experienced dramatic weight loss. We knew it was kidney failure and before long, the difficult decision was made to have him euthanized.
After spending his final half-hour being cuddled by members of our family, Javier died peacefully in the comfort room of our wonderful vet. He was wrapped in his blanket and nestled in the arms of our daughter Erica, who was always his favorite person.
Our darling furbaby neither struggled nor seemed to suffer in those awful moments before Dr. Chambers said, "He's passed on." But still we wept and grieved, and I imagine that in some ways, we always will. He is missed so much.
We buried him beside our beloved Buckley.
Goodbye, little buddy. From puppy breath to parting breath, from birth day until the sad day you pranced away over the rainbow bridge, you were a complete joy. We will never forget you and all that you meant to our family.
xoxo
What we have once enjoyed, we can never lose. All that we love deeply, becomes a part of us.
= Helen Keller =
We chose him from a litter when he was so small, he fit in the palm of my hand. It would be six more weeks before he could leave his mother and come to live at our house.
Every day of his life, Javier brought smiles, laughter, and happiness to all who met him, and especially to his family. If you cried a tear as he sat in your lap, he'd climb up on your chest to tenderly lick it from your face. Maybe he just liked the salt taste, but it felt like love.
If I made smooching sounds, he'd sweetly lick my lips and no, that didn't bother me at all.
He was a handsome little guy, too. No matter how old he got, he retained a charming and irresistible puppy-like quality. The luminous eyes and the soft fur, the cute characteristics. Javy was special.
Could Javier be annoying? Sure. At the moment I can't remember exactly how. Well, wait -- there was his knack for frequently being on the wrong side of any closed door. Scratching to get in. Or out. That wore thin a time or two.
I'd give a lot to hear him scratching at a door right now.
Truth: Our pookie boy was a treasure, a treat, a true tiny companion. We often said, all Javier ever really wanted was to be by your side. Whether you were walking, standing, sitting, or lying down, he wanted to be beside you, soaking up your warmth, existing in your presence and comforting you with his own.
In his heyday our Javier was comical, energetic, mischievous, and a reliable source of inexpensive entertainment. He had a large vocabulary and we loved his antics when we'd say something like "bath" (he cowered as he always hated water) and "walk" (which generally made him flip out until the door was opened and he could trot down the street).
A year or so before his death, Javier went to the vet to have all of his teeth pulled. They were diseased and he'd had trouble eating even soft food, or kibble made soft with warm water. After his gums healed, he began chowing down on hard kibble again, gained weight, and got back lots of his old mojo.
But his age became an issue, and arthritis took a harsh toll. We were helping him get around as best we could. Then he was beset with incontinence, which we again chalked up to old age. We now know the potty problems were the result of kidney disease.
In late March of 2016, Javier stopped eating but was always thirsty. He experienced dramatic weight loss. We knew it was kidney failure and before long, the difficult decision was made to have him euthanized.
After spending his final half-hour being cuddled by members of our family, Javier died peacefully in the comfort room of our wonderful vet. He was wrapped in his blanket and nestled in the arms of our daughter Erica, who was always his favorite person.
Our darling furbaby neither struggled nor seemed to suffer in those awful moments before Dr. Chambers said, "He's passed on." But still we wept and grieved, and I imagine that in some ways, we always will. He is missed so much.
We buried him beside our beloved Buckley.
Goodbye, little buddy. From puppy breath to parting breath, from birth day until the sad day you pranced away over the rainbow bridge, you were a complete joy. We will never forget you and all that you meant to our family.
xoxo
What we have once enjoyed, we can never lose. All that we love deeply, becomes a part of us.
= Helen Keller =
The Weber family's beloved purebred Chihuahua, our pride and joy for his entire life span of sixteen years, nine months.
We chose him from a litter when he was so small, he fit in the palm of my hand. It would be six more weeks before he could leave his mother and come to live at our house.
Every day of his life, Javier brought smiles, laughter, and happiness to all who met him, and especially to his family. If you cried a tear as he sat in your lap, he'd climb up on your chest to tenderly lick it from your face. Maybe he just liked the salt taste, but it felt like love.
If I made smooching sounds, he'd sweetly lick my lips and no, that didn't bother me at all.
He was a handsome little guy, too. No matter how old he got, he retained a charming and irresistible puppy-like quality. The luminous eyes and the soft fur, the cute characteristics. Javy was special.
Could Javier be annoying? Sure. At the moment I can't remember exactly how. Well, wait -- there was his knack for frequently being on the wrong side of any closed door. Scratching to get in. Or out. That wore thin a time or two.
I'd give a lot to hear him scratching at a door right now.
Truth: Our pookie boy was a treasure, a treat, a true tiny companion. We often said, all Javier ever really wanted was to be by your side. Whether you were walking, standing, sitting, or lying down, he wanted to be beside you, soaking up your warmth, existing in your presence and comforting you with his own.
In his heyday our Javier was comical, energetic, mischievous, and a reliable source of inexpensive entertainment. He had a large vocabulary and we loved his antics when we'd say something like "bath" (he cowered as he always hated water) and "walk" (which generally made him flip out until the door was opened and he could trot down the street).
A year or so before his death, Javier went to the vet to have all of his teeth pulled. They were diseased and he'd had trouble eating even soft food, or kibble made soft with warm water. After his gums healed, he began chowing down on hard kibble again, gained weight, and got back lots of his old mojo.
But his age became an issue, and arthritis took a harsh toll. We were helping him get around as best we could. Then he was beset with incontinence, which we again chalked up to old age. We now know the potty problems were the result of kidney disease.
In late March of 2016, Javier stopped eating but was always thirsty. He experienced dramatic weight loss. We knew it was kidney failure and before long, the difficult decision was made to have him euthanized.
After spending his final half-hour being cuddled by members of our family, Javier died peacefully in the comfort room of our wonderful vet. He was wrapped in his blanket and nestled in the arms of our daughter Erica, who was always his favorite person.
Our darling furbaby neither struggled nor seemed to suffer in those awful moments before Dr. Chambers said, "He's passed on." But still we wept and grieved, and I imagine that in some ways, we always will. He is missed so much.
We buried him beside our beloved Buckley.
Goodbye, little buddy. From puppy breath to parting breath, from birth day until the sad day you pranced away over the rainbow bridge, you were a complete joy. We will never forget you and all that you meant to our family.
xoxo
What we have once enjoyed, we can never lose. All that we love deeply, becomes a part of us.
= Helen Keller =
We chose him from a litter when he was so small, he fit in the palm of my hand. It would be six more weeks before he could leave his mother and come to live at our house.
Every day of his life, Javier brought smiles, laughter, and happiness to all who met him, and especially to his family. If you cried a tear as he sat in your lap, he'd climb up on your chest to tenderly lick it from your face. Maybe he just liked the salt taste, but it felt like love.
If I made smooching sounds, he'd sweetly lick my lips and no, that didn't bother me at all.
He was a handsome little guy, too. No matter how old he got, he retained a charming and irresistible puppy-like quality. The luminous eyes and the soft fur, the cute characteristics. Javy was special.
Could Javier be annoying? Sure. At the moment I can't remember exactly how. Well, wait -- there was his knack for frequently being on the wrong side of any closed door. Scratching to get in. Or out. That wore thin a time or two.
I'd give a lot to hear him scratching at a door right now.
Truth: Our pookie boy was a treasure, a treat, a true tiny companion. We often said, all Javier ever really wanted was to be by your side. Whether you were walking, standing, sitting, or lying down, he wanted to be beside you, soaking up your warmth, existing in your presence and comforting you with his own.
In his heyday our Javier was comical, energetic, mischievous, and a reliable source of inexpensive entertainment. He had a large vocabulary and we loved his antics when we'd say something like "bath" (he cowered as he always hated water) and "walk" (which generally made him flip out until the door was opened and he could trot down the street).
A year or so before his death, Javier went to the vet to have all of his teeth pulled. They were diseased and he'd had trouble eating even soft food, or kibble made soft with warm water. After his gums healed, he began chowing down on hard kibble again, gained weight, and got back lots of his old mojo.
But his age became an issue, and arthritis took a harsh toll. We were helping him get around as best we could. Then he was beset with incontinence, which we again chalked up to old age. We now know the potty problems were the result of kidney disease.
In late March of 2016, Javier stopped eating but was always thirsty. He experienced dramatic weight loss. We knew it was kidney failure and before long, the difficult decision was made to have him euthanized.
After spending his final half-hour being cuddled by members of our family, Javier died peacefully in the comfort room of our wonderful vet. He was wrapped in his blanket and nestled in the arms of our daughter Erica, who was always his favorite person.
Our darling furbaby neither struggled nor seemed to suffer in those awful moments before Dr. Chambers said, "He's passed on." But still we wept and grieved, and I imagine that in some ways, we always will. He is missed so much.
We buried him beside our beloved Buckley.
Goodbye, little buddy. From puppy breath to parting breath, from birth day until the sad day you pranced away over the rainbow bridge, you were a complete joy. We will never forget you and all that you meant to our family.
xoxo
What we have once enjoyed, we can never lose. All that we love deeply, becomes a part of us.
= Helen Keller =
