In memory of Spotty

September 2009

Chihuahua Rescue picked Spotty up as a skinny half starved little dog from a pound.

Chihuahua Rescue picked Spotty up as a skinny half starved little dog from a pound. We estimated his age at about 7 or 8 in January 2006. He was so grateful for a good feed and a warm bed that he went out of his way to please. He was obedient and well behaved; obviously someone had trained this little man.

We placed him with an elderly lady in late January, 2006. Four weeks later she rang to say she was bringing him back. We were shocked. Previously she had been full of praise for this well behaved little dog!

"Why?" we asked. "I cannot fault him" she replied, "except that he is just so loving that he will not give me any privacy! He even follows me into the toilet and waits by my feet!" (The thought crossed my mind: why not close the door?) He was so obedient that she could walk anywhere and he would be at her side. He wouldn't even stop to "smell the flowers"; he would remain glued to her leg. When she was weeding the garden he lay down beside the garden bed and waited: loving eyes watching every move.

Spotty came back in to our care until June 2006, when Rachal and Martin decided to give him a home.

Here is a letter from Rachal and Martin telling us how much they loved Spotty.

In memory of Spot

My family was privileged to have Spot for 3 years.

Spotty. When his first owner was weeding the garden he lay down beside the garden bed and waited: loving eyes watching every move.

Along with our other 2 Chihuahuas and a commanding cat we had a pretty fantastic family. When we first got Spot from Chihuahua Rescue he was a little man who just needed to be loved. His little old legs would shake and he had nearly no weight on him whatsoever. When touched he would scream. Rita rang me and mentioned that she needed a good home for Spot. I immediately said yes. Just give me a few weeks to fence in our new house and we will take him.

We took him into our hearts. In 5 weeks he was confident enough to bark; that was when we knew he considered our place home. He waited to see whether the other dogs were allowed in a room before entering: observing doggy etiquette. He was an obedient, well behaved dog whom our eldest son quickly named Spotty Goddy. Spotty Goddy loved guarding his and everyone else's food. He even went so far as to guard mummy!

One day my husband gave the dogs a small piece of cheese each at about 2pm. At 3am we woke up, cold, and went to turn on the dogs' heater in their room. Spotty Goddy was sitting on the floor beside his bed - upon which sat the cheese in pride of place. He was still guarding his cheese. He was the funniest little man. I remember having fed him in his room one day and the Chihuahuas - male and female - went in to see if he had eaten his food yet. They found him with a piece of food several inches from his nearly full bowl, guarding it intently. One of my Chis went over to the full bowl and Spotty growled and turned away from the well guarded meat. As soon as his attention was distracted the other Chi grabbed the coveted meat and ran. We laughed and laughed. The terrible tag team had struck.

Spotty: my husband used to cradle Spotty in the crook of his elbow and tickle his tummy for hours.

My husband used to cradle Spotty in the crook of his elbow and tickle his tummy for hours. Spotty loved it. Of all the activities that Spotty did, guarding was his favourite. Second was burying bones, pigs ears, and whatever else he could.

His health improved in the years that we had him and having the wide open countryside to run through on our bush block did him the world of good. He even got a little fat.

Well Old Man, I miss you terribly. Our family wishes you well in the next life and I'm sure you will stick around in heaven to guard us. It was a privilege to get to know you. You had a rotten time before you met Rita at Chihuahua Rescue and I'm sorry for all the pain you must have endured, but I'm so blessed that you came into our lives; you made us all the richer for it. I'm sure that there is a piece of cheese waiting for you in doggy heaven. May Angels watch over you on your journey. Go with all our love.

Rachal, Martin, Cleo, Ceasar, Tamsin and Isis.

In September 2009, Spotty was not well. He was totally deaf, almost completely blind, and showed signs of being quite uncomfortable. The vet check showed his heart was no longer pumping blood properly to his extremities, thus causing him quite a bit of aching in his legs. This type of condition has no cure or treatment: it's just part of old age. Who will ever know how old little Spotty was. He could well have been the eleven years we had estimated, or he could quite easily have been 14 or 15.

Rest in Peace, Spotty. You gave Rachal, Martin, and Family so much love.

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