(Poplar Bluff, Missouri )
My sweet Alfie, we have only had him a year. A friend lost his wife suddenly and asked us to watch his 6 month old Chihuahua for a couple of weeks. I wasn't too happy about it but agreeded, how could I say no. We already had one Chihuahua and didn't want another. The two weeks turned into a month and his owner didn't want him back,Alfie had been his wifes dog and everytime he saw Alfie it just reminded him of all he lost. This little ball of fire ate the edges of several pieces of furniture, couldn't leave a book lying around, he always ate the endings. Two pair of my daugters shoes were an afternoon treat for him. This dog had to go. We tried to find him a new home, but nothing was good enough, that is when I knew. Alfie was mine!
After a few months we worked through his chewing issues and we all fell in love with him, even our older Chihuahua Jr. Alfie was a joy, playful and loving. When we would get home from work they would meet us at the door doing their happy dance. He loved to play, he would bring a toy to me, and if I was busy and didn't happen to notice he would bring another and another until I would notice a circle of toys at my feet. We would play a game I called soccer. I would kick a ball, he would chase it down and some how he would bat it back to me, we played this every evening before we went to bed and every morning before I left for work. Some morning when I would wake up all his toys would be in bed with us. He was a joy. My youngest daughter left home for college about a month after he came into our lives. I know he helped me through those first lonely months of the empty nest period.
You couldn't be sad or lonely when Alfie was around because he was so joyous and happy with life you had to be also. Last Sunday I put the dogs out to potty, they were out just a few minutes when I heard Jr. barking, not his usual bark. I opened the door and he ran in but no Alfie. We started looking then, and have every day snce. We live in the country and fear an animal such as a coyote or a hawk might have gotten him. He was so small. I have problems sleeping, the images when I close my eyes are unbearable. I can't stop crying. He wasn't just a dog. He was my Sweet Alfie, my baby!! It's the not knowing, the fear he is hurt and we just are not looking in the right place. I pray that if he is alive that someone good and gentle has him, and that if an animal did get him if was fast and painless.
I love you Alfie, you will be in my heart forever!!!