These last couple of days I have had a lot of stuff on my mind. The one thing that sticks out is Coco. She was our little miniature dachshund and she passed away on the 7th of July this year. She was an awesome dog. The reason why I bought her was because my wife told me a story about one she had as a child, but a neighbor stole it from her family. I can’t remember his name, but that was the reason I wanted to get her one.
I had been back from Iraq for a couple of weeks and my wife and I had previously talked about getting another dog. The dog we had before Coco was Ace. He was a labrador retriever; he was brown but his front paws were white. I adopted him from a shelter on post. He was 2 months old when we got him. We had him about a good three months then he started to get sick. He stopped eating his food and all he wanted to do was drink water. I was away at the time, so my wife scheduled him an appointment to see the Vet. My wife was in the Army at this time, so she made an appointment for him to be seen as soon as possible, the appointment was scheduled on the day he passed away. She was released from P.T. and when she walked in the house, he had already passed away. We later found out that he died from Parvovirus and even if we had gotten him to the vet, at the stage he was in there was no way that we could save him. My wife had him cremated and we still have his ashes. I know someone out there is like, why cremate a dog? Ace wasn’t just a dog, he was apart of our family.
As I stated before my wife had a miniature dachshund growing up and it was stolen. She told me this story while we were dating, but I always kept it in the back of my mind and said that one day I would go out and surprise her with one. I jumped on the computer to price them, a miniature dachshund is not cheap. I looked online and people were selling them at $800 to $1,000. I felt bad because I couldn’t find one that was a reasonable price. After looking online I picked up the news paper and the first thing I see is an ad that reads miniature dachshunds for sale, it must have been fate. I called the number and this older lady answers the phone with her thick country accent and I ask her if she is still selling and she replied yes. I asked her if I could come by and check them out. We set up a day and time that I would be able to go see them. Keep in mind that I’m trying to do all this without my wife knowing. She probably thought I was cheating on her, because whenever I talked to this lady, I would either leave the room or go outside.
The date has come for me to go check out the litter and possibly purchase one. I told my wife that I had to run to the store to get something, but I made sure to tell her that I had to go to the mall to get it. She asked me why I had to go all the way to the mall to pick up whatever it was, I can’t remember exactly what I told her I had to get, but I remember telling her that the mall was the only place that had the item I wanted to get. She said okay, I gave her a kiss and left. I don’t want to get off the topic, but if you are familiar with Fort Benning, Georgia and you live on post, the mall is about a 20 minute ride, but it all depends on which mall you went to. Any way, this lady lived in Phenix City, Alabama, which isn’t that far from Fort Benning. I called the lady to let her know I was on my way and she gave me the directions. After a couple of wrong turns and traveling down dirt roads I finally arrived to this woman’s house.
She invited me in and I sat down on her couch and we had some small talk and she brought out the last three of the litter that were for sale. It was 3 boys and they were black. I asked her how much she wanted for them and she said that I could have them for $300. I said awesome. She also brought out her last female, which she said she didn’t want to sale, because she wanted to keep her. As I am sitting on the couch trying to figure out which one of the boys I wanted, Coco climbs in my lap, curls up and gets comfortable. The lady was surprised because she had never done that to anyone before. I then told the lady, I guess she chose me. Coco was the “runt” of the litter and after begging and pleading with her she finally gave in and said that she would sell her to me, but I had to make sure she got her last set of shots, I said okay. She then said that since Coco was smaller than her brothers and she was only 7 weeks old she would only going to charge me $250, because I would end up paying for the last set of shots, which I didn’t care.
She gives me all the required paperwork, shot records and some food for her, she also told me to keep her on that brand because she had just been weened from the mother. I said okay, gave her the money wrapped Coco up in a towel and went home. Once I pulled up in the driveway my wife comes to greet me at the door and asks what did you go get? I said that they didn’t have what I was looking for. At this point, I had not taken Coco out of the car yet. I walked in the house trying to act normal, then I said, oh man, I forgot my wallet in the car, I’m going to go get it. She said okay. I made sure that Coco was wrapped in the towel so my wife couldn’t see what was in the towel. I walked in the house and the first thing my wife asks is, what in the world is that. I told her to sit on the couch, she sat down and I put Coco in her lap. Coco was only 7 weeks old and she was so tiny, she could fit in the palm of my hand. My wife is shocked and excited. She said why didn’t you tell me? I told her, because it was supposed to be a surprise.
I know that I did a lot of rambling in this post and it is quite lengthy, but I wanted to share that experience with you and also let you know that Coco wasn’t just a pet, she was member of our family. She was an awesome dog and we miss her. We are not really sure what caused her to die, but it was a very sad day for all of us. Thinking back on it, at times I think we took her for granted. I never knew that a losing a pet, that I would have this type of emotion, because I never had a pet growing up. To me, losing Coco is almost like I lost a child. She is truly missed. I will end this post by saying this, Coco, we love you and miss you girl.