Last Tuesday

I, Chicho Noodles Manchitas, arrived to my forever home one week ago. I have been adopted to fulfill the need of a furry child in my new home, and I will take that responsibility with honor and loyalty. There is so much to say about my dubious past as there is about the last seven days of my life. I promise to be back, soon.
Sincerely,
Me.

Thank You

Hello,
Angel Coco here, writing a short note to Thank you all for your comforting words and prayers. Mom picked up the ashes yesterday, and even though I can't be kissed or petted anymore, I live in the hearts of my family and friends, and I am looking after them the way they did for me when I needed care and attention and kisses and hugs.
These pictures were taken only a few days before I departed. I was being tucked into bed. My bed is empty now, but I am working hard trying to get my family a new furry member to help heal their hearts.
I will introduce him as soon as he gets home, as right now he is taking an intense course in English Composition and Grammar.
Bye, bye for now!

Bye, bye Coco.

Last Tuesday, my Coco passed away in my arms unexpectedly. He was sick on and off about a month after we got him at a pet store as a Christmas present for me back in 2005. He went into a coma as a puppy before being diagnosed with Addison's disease. I took each and every day after that as a gift. He was by my side during very difficult moments of my life, as well as the happy ones. He was aging fast, due to having taken cortisone most of his life, but was happy and healthy. He slowed down on Monday, had an addisonian crises at dawn, and his fragile body did not survive. My daughter and I are devastated and miss him deeply. We really appreciate every message of comfort we've received.

Coco's Mom.

P.S. Angel Coco may post again soon. He had stories that were not told. He wants to remain with us for a little longer, and he will look after his family from up there. I'm sure he would love for us to find a new furry member of the family. After all, our house doesn't feel like home anymore.

Not doing well

Hi friends,
I'm not doing well today. Mom is very worried about me. I'll be at the vet tomorrow, and will update as soon as we receive news.

Sweet memories

Hello friends,
About two or three weeks ago mommy took us to the pet friendly playground after having our family photographs taken to celebrate mother's day.
Looking back at these pictures I realize those happy moments have already become memories to cherish. I don't even remember how many days have passed ever since!
And I fell the same way yesterday, when I found out that my old bloggy friend Goodboy Norman Featherstone had passed away. His was one of the first pug blogs I started following, and if I remember well, that was about five years ago. So many years, so many memories... We will miss you dearly, Norman.

Bones

I am an old gentlepug.
I have arthritis.
I've been at a chiropractor practice once.
You'd think it was to help my pain.
But I only went because it was a pet friendly place.

Like siblings

Hello friends!
I hope you are all doing great. We've been busy playing, dancing and chewing bones. It makes mom happy to see how great Coquita and I get along. She says we're pretty much alike, except for one little thing: our appetite. The amount of food my sister is willing to eat is inversely proportional to the amount of food I'd like to eat.
Mom is frustrated but I do find that one difference between us to be convenient (for me). More food on the kid's plate, please!

And... it happened.

Mom finally erased all pictures from her phone, after downloading them on the computer. Her phone was crashing due to lack of memory so he had no choice. Now we are being forced to either blog from the computer when/if she has a chance or go on new adventures to take new pictures and blog about them. I vote for new pictures! Let's go!

The Choo Choo Train

Choo! Choo! Here we come!
Where do we go?
To the vet I was told!
I got ready, I got excited.
As usual, I wouldn't leave my mom's side.
Can't risk her forgetting me at all!

Choo! Choo! I was asked to disembark.
Why should I?
Change of plans?
It's the fever and the swollen eyes,
after so many days she didn't get better.
You're only going for a regular visit after all.

Choo! Choo! There they go.
Where do they go?
To the ped I was told!
I got worried, I got sad.
For it was her first day of school,
and she was going to miss that!

Happy Easter Friends!