In 2001 I had to put my childhood chihuahua, Chip, to sleep. I was devastated and wasn’t sure how I would ever move on from the heartbreak I felt. I knew right away that I wanted another dog. I know some people think it’s too painful to get a new dog right away – but I needed something to heal the hole in my heart.
I just went to “look” at a litter of chihuahua puppies in April of 2001 and once the little brown & white spotted puppy with big ol’ eyes was handed over to me – it was love. Unlike the other puppies, he didn’t shake when I held him and he nuzzled his head right into my neck. He knew we were meant to be.
Rowdy got his name because he was such a ball of energy when he was a puppy. Now that he’s older and mellow – it’s humorous that his name is Rowdy.
He’s now 9 years old and time is turning the fur on his face white. He walks slower than he used to but still can jump and run and play if HE feels like it. He needs stairs to get onto our bed but flies up them like a dog half his age. He’s got arthritis but you wouldn’t know it when he’s running around the couch chasing our other chihuahua, Dakota.
I wake up every morning and his face is the first that I see. He sleeps in the bed next to me with his body under the covers and his head out. He looks like a little person and every morning it entertains me. He won’t get up and go outside to go to the bathroom if he can stay in bed and be lazy with me. He loves to nap and is great for comforting me when I’m not feeling well.
I often joke around that he is my shadow because everywhere I go – there he is. I am on my computer, he is underneath sleeping in his bed. If I’m in the kitchen, he lays in the hall and watches me. If I am hanging up clothes in the closet, he lays on the bed to keep me company. I complain sometimes that he can’t just relax without having to follow me everywhere I go – but after all these years I think it would feel weird if he didn’t.