The Rainbow Bridge called again

The last of Taskforce CHIWEENIE is gone.

Mochi. 2012 to 2026.

She was born in a trailer park, half dachshund and half chihuahua — although the chi part was hard to see.

Her first people took her away from her mother way too young, and left her tied to a fence and neglected.

She was still a puppy when her second family took her as a companion to the dog they already had. For the most part they were kind enough, but when night came they went to bed with their first dog, and left her outside by herself in the dark.

That didn’t last very long at all, and when we got her she immediately glued herself to Rita, and was a mama’s girl from then on.

We already had Praline and Chuy, and the first night she stayed with us, I took everyone out back to do business, then called them all back to go to bed. Mochi stood at the bottom of the back stairs watching Praline and Chuy go inside, then looked around the yard, trying to decide where she would sleep. The surprise when I encouraged her to come on inside was heartbreaking.

She spent that night on the bed, curled into the smallest ball she could get into, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, but when she figured out she wasn’t going to have to spend a night outside by herself again, she never looked back.

She was independent, smart, stubborn, and fearless. She was our little guttersnipe, and loved us with every ounce of her 14-pound body.

We came home last night and found her lifeless in the back bedroom.

Rita is wrecked, and I’m not much better.

First Praline, then Chuy, and now Mochi. This is the first time since Rita and I took up together that there hasn’t been the sound of little paws throughout the house.

This sucks.

Ian

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