21/04/2015
Today is a sad day. As some of you know, I (Rosita's mom) am originally from Honduras, Central America and Rosita's dad is Irish. 10 years ago when I emigrated to Europe I had to leave my five dogs behind because back then (it still is) it was very hard to import dogs to Ireland from Honduras and I would not put them through a cruel lengthy quarantine. Instead my wonderful and kind parents took them in, and have taken the best care of them, same or better as I would have. Later my brother also emigrated so again my parents took his two dogs, including the gentlest of the pack, a rescue Pitbull. Over 10 years they were all one big happy pack. Today I got news that Figurin (because he was such a figure, a character) left them. Despite being 11 years old he was always the healthiest of the pack, he never even had a cold, chihuahuas age slowly. But suddenly he developed tachycardia and was taken to the vet hospital. He was admitted and was put on oxygen all day. He was then stable and released to go home. The next day he was back to normal. At night my mom put him in his little bed next to her side of the bed, but at 4 am my father found him dead by the door. He rushed to an emergency clinic but they confirmed the inevitable, he was gone. My father buried him next to other rescue dogs my father has had and have left us as well. One of the main reasons I go to Honduras at least twice a year is to see my dogs. When I walk into my parent's house it's mayhem, they all start crying, yelping, whining, jumping on me - that kind of welcome is only from dogs and it is priceless. Next time Figu will not be there rolling on his back and playing dead for me to pick him up as he always did. I feel devastated because this was so unexpected and I was not there to say goodbye. While we are obviously sad about Rosita, it's completely different as we knew the time was coming and were prepared for it and able to give her the best care and everything she wanted; and she died peacefully in the middle of us and Pancho. We have closure with Rosita, we can celebrate her life, I don't have closure with Figurin. This was the last picture I took on our last trip to Honduras, the 1st of January 2015. He climbed on my hand luggage. RIP Figurin, you are deeply missed by your mother, uncle, grandparents, and your loyal pack. Rosita please take care of him, he will need you.