When I first met Chopper (then named Bandit) I instantly fell in love and wanted him. Who doesn't instantly fall in love with a puppy? Sergio took more convincing. By the end of the day he was ours. Chopper is our first "baby" - our first time committing to something really big as a couple. By this time we were already living together. Chopper quickly became Sergios shadow. He clearly was not "my dog" - he was "his dog". I could never comete with 3 mile runs and bike rides around the neighborhood. Chopper holds down the fort while Sergio is gone. He let's out a fierce bark to let tresspassers, unwelcomes and passerbys know that he is present. He's my boy, a gentle soul, full of puppy energy. Even at the ripe age of 11 he still runs, bikes and keeps up with the best of them. A few white hairs show his age. Other than that he is the picture of perfect health.
He was all of that and more until January. February wasn't so great. And March - well that was the worst. He didn't get better. No matter what we tried he wouldn't respond. I didn't think letting go of a pet would be this hard. It had been a long time since I'd seen my husband so upset. Our whole family was distraught and in a funk. The house becamse eerily quiet withouthim there. A painful absence. Even the chihuahuas were depressed. More so Betty, she shared those 11 years with him. Chopper brought our family a lot of joy. We were so lucky to have him. He's a good boy.