All the
Chihuahuas we had are in our hearts.
Denzil
This little fellow came to us in 1998, and little tiny lost scrawny, starving scrap of a dog.
Age was debatable, but we thought about six or seven.
With good food, and lots of tender care he came out of his shell.
An elderly couple fell in love with him, and he with them.
So began one of the best advertising Chihuahua Rescue could have wanted.
This couple named the little dog Denzil, after the carry bag he was carried EVERYWHERE in.
This couple rode the train networks of Melbourne, suburbs and close by country town.
Denzil would put his head out and people “drooled” over him, as his doting owners
told the story of Chihuahua Rescue and passed out our telephone number.
Denzil stayed with us for three months a couple of years ago,
when his owners had to return to England on family business. A delightful, happy little dog.
During October 2004, Denzil developed a brain tumour and within three weeks
he passed away quietly one night.
Denzil, you gave so much love to so many people. Rest in peace, Denzil
October 2004
Lucky
A
phone call "can you come a take this little Chihuahua. My Aunt owned
her for ten years, and has now passed away". Poor little pet, I thought.
We traveled to an Eastern suburb, knocked on the door, went in, met these
lovely people, and stepped back when a little "spitfire" bared
her teeth and let fly with a (what I was later to think) a delightful
little "yap yap". So began my introduction to "Lucky",
a tiny little ten year old Chihuahua, whom some of you met at one of the
Chihuahua shows - yes she was the one with the sign saying "my owner
has spoilt me for ten years and I bite everyone".
Today I have spent the whole day crying and sniffling, for I lost my
darling little Lucky, who was not so lucky, after all.
Why do some little dogs grab your heart and win you over so completely.
We kept Lucky for two months only, but I grew to love her with all my
heart. All day Mayer has been telling me I am paranoid about these little
dogs. Lucky will always remain in my heart, with her own very special
place, and as much as I would like to find another just like her, I know
that is impossible. I also know that just around the corner is another
little darling in desperate need of love and offering total love and loyalty
in return.
January 2002
Elvis
Died...
Elvis
died about a week ago. He was adopted by a wonderful family. He spent
four months happily - playing. Four months of loving family life. He went
to bed and slept permanently in God's hands. He was a seventeen year old
little chihuahuah with no hope for any future before these wonderful people
gave him four months of total love and happiness.
You
will be allways in our hearts Elvis, Sleep in peace...
December 2001
Tammy
Long
golden coat, with flowing tail that reaches to the ground even when it is
raised, curling in a pefect circle, up over her back. The tiniest dainty little
face, and huge big brown eyes glistening with pure love and trust. The goldenest
yellow of her coat is now fading in old age and is almost snow white on the
top of her head, creeping through her coat and down her back. Talk about turning
"grey"!
Tammy spent the first ten years of her life with her human "mum"
being coddled, loved and adored. In return she gave total loyalty and love,
even to her "mum's" family - daughter and grandchildren.
One afternoon Tammy came in from the back yard to find her "mum"
lying on the floor. She licked her face and nudged her hand, getting no response.
Tammy realised her "mum" was gone. She raised her head into the
air and howled her sorrow. In the silence of the house nothing stirred, no
one came to help, so Tammy did what all good and loyal dogs do, she sat by
the body of her "mum" to keep her warm and guard her.
Three days without food or water; three days of exhaustion guarding the body
of her loved mistress; three days or wondering and worrying; three days of
hearing the telephone ring and not knowing what to do about it, all without
any response. At the end of the three days daughter called in to see why her
mum would not answer the phone.
Her shock on seeing the body of her mother on the floor made her scream and
run towards her mother. Tammy did what she
thought she had to do - guard her mistress. Tammy growled and bared her teeth,
hassles up. Without a thought for the
poor dog, daughter picked up Tammy and tossed her out the front door!
Poor Tammy, hungry and thirsty, to be treated so roughly and unfairly! She
wandered onto the street wondering what she should do. Around the corner came
an Alsation, unrestrained. He chased and attacked poor Tammy so viciously.
He had the little Chihuahua in his jaws, shaking her just like a rabbit. Two
youths walking along the street saw what was happening and started kicking
at the Alsation to scare it away, but unfortunately they also kicked Tammy
accidentally. Finally they were able to get her away from the big dog and
took her to a local Vet, who treated her wounds. Tammy's owner's daughter
was contacted and the Vet was told they did not want the dog as they already
had a big dog, so Chihuahua Rescue was called.
Tammy was a real "baby". When you placed her upside down in your
arms she would grasp around your wrist with her two front legs, holding on
with quite a strong grip and almost "purring" with ecstasy. Sit
in the armchair and she would snuggle down beside your leg; or sit up on her
haunches beside you, place her front legs around your upper arm and rest her
head against your shoulder - a real cuddle pot! The word "car" caused
this little lady to go into excited agitation
and meant exciting trips with her family. That glorious tail swayed and swished
from side to side, sweeping the floor, huge big brown eyes sparkling! However,
"no - stay" would cause her whole body to shrink with dissappointment,
the lovely soft brown eyes clouding over with sorrow. Once in the car Tammy
knew there would be lollies in the console. Pity help you if you did not offer
her a lolly! She searched the dash and console until she sniffed the location
of the hidden lolly, then she would sit up and beg. Once she was given a tiny
piece of lolly, she would snuggle down beside your leg and not move until
you had reached your distination.
Due to Tammy's age when she came to Chihuahua Rescue, no one has adopted
her. Now in the year 2000 she is fifteen years old, very grey, a bit doddery,
but still with the sparkling brown eyes. She has such good manners that she
comes to say "thank you" when you dish up her food or offer a little
tit bit. She runs in front of you, looks up into your eyes, wriggles her whole
body, and licks your hand, before she lowers her head to eat! Despite her
age and stiffness of arthritus in her joints, she still manages to jump up
and snuggle in for a cuddle. She is a real "mother" to all the other
Chihuahuas in our care. Tammy will defend any dog being picked on by another
dog. She keeps them all in line. Whenever one misbehaves, Tammy steps in with
a quick "nip" and a sharp "yap" as if to say "behave
yourself".
All those years ago, Tammy came to us with her own basket, several soft plush
toys, and two brilliant green woollen blankets. The toys were always shared
and have been replaced several time over. The basket disintegrated with old
age and little puppy chewings. But those two green blankets are still as sound
as the day they came, and pity help anyone who tries to touch them! Tammy
will allow me to take the blankets and wash them, then she sits under the
clothes line and waits patiently for them to dry and she can have her "property"
back. Once they are placed on her bed she inspects them very thoroughly and
with her nose pushed them from one side to the other until they are exactly
the way she wants them, lies down on them and gives one huge gigantic "sigh"!.
No one would adopt my darling Tammy, who had given so much for her one and only owner,
but then also to us. She was such a little “teacher”, and protector,
of the other rescue dogs. At the grand old age of 18 human years,
our delightful little Tammy passed away peacefully one morning after eating her breakfast.
She came over and gave me a little lick on the hand, looked deeply into my eyes,
and just lay down, dead. The tears fell on Tammy’s body for many hours,
and for days after we buried her in the back yard. Rest in Peace, Tammy.
You are in our hearts forever.
Mouse
Mouse is a very special case and required a very special home.
Mouse is deaf, and almost blind, he is an old dog but the most loveable little man you could find.
He needs to go all around the house and yard to work our where everything is and then it is as
though he can see. Once shown where to go to the toilet, he is spotlessly clean.
We required a quiet loving home for this little chap to live out his last couple of years.
A lot of people went to a great deal of trouble to rescue this little man and all are waiting
breathlessly to hear of his new home.
Update:November 05, Mouse passed away peacefully in his sleep over night.
