From the moment we first met to a few hours later we first thought you were drugged. Quiet and docile to loud and proud. Real Napoleon of a Chihuahua. You always tried to attack every stranger you saw everywhere, but you were so adorable, a scrappy 6 lb. little juggernaut. Ross took to very few as per usual of your breed. Was a companion to my mom, dad, granddad, and myself. You really took to Rachael(Schnauzer/Poodle mix), Happy(Retro Pomeranian), and most of all my grandma. When Rachael and Happy were lost to us three weeks apart in the winter holiday season of 2013, you fell into a deep depression. By this time you put on a bit of weight, 6 lbs. into 15, then after you went to 22 lbs.. Nan and Pop sent two years ago to start trying to find you a companion, they did in the form of Zoey(Yorky Terrier). Then we lost Nan July 15th 2015, you fell into depression again, though with Zoey you bounced back, got more active, and even lost some weight, a whole 6 lbs.. Then today you were acting strange, Zoey noticed something was wrong. You were gone by the time Mom and Pop got you to the vet.
You will be missed and remembered.
Ross Mitchell, Chihuahua, 16 lbs., 15-16 years old.
2001-2017, first meeting to death.
