Paco, a sweet Boston Terrier, 10 years and 10 months of age, passed away suddenly at home on the evening of Tuesday, July 15, 2008.
He leaves to mourn him his loving human parents, Lori and Dan, his little sister, Banchee, a Boston Terrier/Pug mix, and many family members and friends who loved him very much. Paco was well known in his neighborhood, greeting many friends on his daily walks.
Paco had been having some health problems for about a month, mainly a heart murmur and rapid breathing. He had been to the vet for a checkup the day before his death, and chest X-rays had been scheduled for the following Monday morning. It was feared he may have had a degenerative valve in his heart. Now, only God knows.
Paco had a normal day on Tuesday, July 15th, although he didn't go on his usual morning walk, as he seemed a little tired, and being so hot and humid, we didn't want to tax his breathing. He ate a hearty breakfast with his little sister, Banchee, and then they both settled down for their morning nap, with Banchee on the big chair, and Paco in his usual spot, right next to me.
In the afternoon, Dan left for work a few hours before me, and then I got ready for work. I kissed both pups good-bye, gave them each a little treat, and told them Daddy would be home at about 10:30 that night.
At about 10:45 Dan called me at the police department where I work and I could tell from the sound of his voice that it wasn't good. When he came home Paco was on the floor between the dining room and the kitchen and he was gone. As Dan spoke to me on the phone, he said, "I'm holding Paco now, and he's still warm."
On the answering machine was a message from the vet telling us that Paco's white blood counts were high and we should bring him in to be put on antibiotics, but Paco was already gone.
By the time I got home from work, Dan had Paco in a box, cuddled, as if sleeping, in his favorite blanket with the American flag design. Together we covered the box with a black shroud, and on that placed a rose and his picture for his last night at home.
"Rest in sweet, heavenly peace across the Rainbow Bridge, my little darling. I will forever love you, for you were the best dog in the world. When you left, you took a big piece of my heart with you.
Love Forever, Mommy Lori"
He leaves to mourn him his loving human parents, Lori and Dan, his little sister, Banchee, a Boston Terrier/Pug mix, and many family members and friends who loved him very much. Paco was well known in his neighborhood, greeting many friends on his daily walks.
Paco had been having some health problems for about a month, mainly a heart murmur and rapid breathing. He had been to the vet for a checkup the day before his death, and chest X-rays had been scheduled for the following Monday morning. It was feared he may have had a degenerative valve in his heart. Now, only God knows.
Paco had a normal day on Tuesday, July 15th, although he didn't go on his usual morning walk, as he seemed a little tired, and being so hot and humid, we didn't want to tax his breathing. He ate a hearty breakfast with his little sister, Banchee, and then they both settled down for their morning nap, with Banchee on the big chair, and Paco in his usual spot, right next to me.
In the afternoon, Dan left for work a few hours before me, and then I got ready for work. I kissed both pups good-bye, gave them each a little treat, and told them Daddy would be home at about 10:30 that night.
At about 10:45 Dan called me at the police department where I work and I could tell from the sound of his voice that it wasn't good. When he came home Paco was on the floor between the dining room and the kitchen and he was gone. As Dan spoke to me on the phone, he said, "I'm holding Paco now, and he's still warm."
On the answering machine was a message from the vet telling us that Paco's white blood counts were high and we should bring him in to be put on antibiotics, but Paco was already gone.
By the time I got home from work, Dan had Paco in a box, cuddled, as if sleeping, in his favorite blanket with the American flag design. Together we covered the box with a black shroud, and on that placed a rose and his picture for his last night at home.
"Rest in sweet, heavenly peace across the Rainbow Bridge, my little darling. I will forever love you, for you were the best dog in the world. When you left, you took a big piece of my heart with you.
Love Forever, Mommy Lori"
Paco, a sweet Boston Terrier, 10 years and 10 months of age, passed away suddenly at home on the evening of Tuesday, July 15, 2008.
He leaves to mourn him his loving human parents, Lori and Dan, his little sister, Banchee, a Boston Terrier/Pug mix, and many family members and friends who loved him very much. Paco was well known in his neighborhood, greeting many friends on his daily walks.
Paco had been having some health problems for about a month, mainly a heart murmur and rapid breathing. He had been to the vet for a checkup the day before his death, and chest X-rays had been scheduled for the following Monday morning. It was feared he may have had a degenerative valve in his heart. Now, only God knows.
Paco had a normal day on Tuesday, July 15th, although he didn't go on his usual morning walk, as he seemed a little tired, and being so hot and humid, we didn't want to tax his breathing. He ate a hearty breakfast with his little sister, Banchee, and then they both settled down for their morning nap, with Banchee on the big chair, and Paco in his usual spot, right next to me.
In the afternoon, Dan left for work a few hours before me, and then I got ready for work. I kissed both pups good-bye, gave them each a little treat, and told them Daddy would be home at about 10:30 that night.
At about 10:45 Dan called me at the police department where I work and I could tell from the sound of his voice that it wasn't good. When he came home Paco was on the floor between the dining room and the kitchen and he was gone. As Dan spoke to me on the phone, he said, "I'm holding Paco now, and he's still warm."
On the answering machine was a message from the vet telling us that Paco's white blood counts were high and we should bring him in to be put on antibiotics, but Paco was already gone.
By the time I got home from work, Dan had Paco in a box, cuddled, as if sleeping, in his favorite blanket with the American flag design. Together we covered the box with a black shroud, and on that placed a rose and his picture for his last night at home.
"Rest in sweet, heavenly peace across the Rainbow Bridge, my little darling. I will forever love you, for you were the best dog in the world. When you left, you took a big piece of my heart with you.
Love Forever, Mommy Lori"
He leaves to mourn him his loving human parents, Lori and Dan, his little sister, Banchee, a Boston Terrier/Pug mix, and many family members and friends who loved him very much. Paco was well known in his neighborhood, greeting many friends on his daily walks.
Paco had been having some health problems for about a month, mainly a heart murmur and rapid breathing. He had been to the vet for a checkup the day before his death, and chest X-rays had been scheduled for the following Monday morning. It was feared he may have had a degenerative valve in his heart. Now, only God knows.
Paco had a normal day on Tuesday, July 15th, although he didn't go on his usual morning walk, as he seemed a little tired, and being so hot and humid, we didn't want to tax his breathing. He ate a hearty breakfast with his little sister, Banchee, and then they both settled down for their morning nap, with Banchee on the big chair, and Paco in his usual spot, right next to me.
In the afternoon, Dan left for work a few hours before me, and then I got ready for work. I kissed both pups good-bye, gave them each a little treat, and told them Daddy would be home at about 10:30 that night.
At about 10:45 Dan called me at the police department where I work and I could tell from the sound of his voice that it wasn't good. When he came home Paco was on the floor between the dining room and the kitchen and he was gone. As Dan spoke to me on the phone, he said, "I'm holding Paco now, and he's still warm."
On the answering machine was a message from the vet telling us that Paco's white blood counts were high and we should bring him in to be put on antibiotics, but Paco was already gone.
By the time I got home from work, Dan had Paco in a box, cuddled, as if sleeping, in his favorite blanket with the American flag design. Together we covered the box with a black shroud, and on that placed a rose and his picture for his last night at home.
"Rest in sweet, heavenly peace across the Rainbow Bridge, my little darling. I will forever love you, for you were the best dog in the world. When you left, you took a big piece of my heart with you.
Love Forever, Mommy Lori"
