Poquito the Amazing

In the summer of 2002, this little princess came to live with me. A couple of girls (about 8 years old or so) were pushing a carrage with her in it around the neighborhood, knocking on doors, looking for her owner. They came to my house 3 times. They said their mom wouldn't allow the dog in the house and that she (the mom) was just going to let the dog go.

Of course I said "I'll take her!"

The vet said she was probably between 12 and 14 years old. Her vocal cords were cut and she probably had a stroke or two. We called The Humane Society and the Animal Rescue League. We called the local cops (hey I was from a small town) and put an ad in the paper. No one claimed her.

There was always a joke or two because she never turned right. Always to the left (a side effect of a stroke). She would get sick a lot, but she always pulled through. It was funny to see her running through the tall grass or get stuck under the sprinkler.

She moved cross country with me to L.A. and then again up to the desert. I've always been a big dog kind of gal and really never liked small dogs. This dog wormed her way into my heart.

The point of all of this? Poquito or Pokie for short passed away last night. It was a combo of age, being sick the past couple of days and the heat.

She was a sweet, quiet dog that you rarely knew was around. At least until dinner time. She used to look at you with these HUGE brown eyes and you couldn't help but give her a little something.

I miss her.