I have a teeny Chihuahua. Mitzi Jane. When I first got her, she was in an abusive home; she was only 4 months and furless, the result of a skin disease. When I first saw her, I cooed at how tiny she was. Then, a man put her into my hands. She was trembling horribly. WHen she looked at me, I'll never forget it. I felt this compassion, this need to be there and protect her always. Immense love. I knew she felt the same pull toward me... she always says hello to me first, love me to hold her.
Once, when I got home from school one day, I expected to hear her barks, crying for me to hug her, but there was silence. I ran to the room she was in and there she was, lattle, beige bed, in obvious pain. Next to her was puppy pad covered in blood. I screamed and immediatly began crying. My baby, my baby! I held her close to me, and she nuzzled her head into my neck, begging me to make it better. My mom couldn't (wouldn't...) pay for her to be fixed up by the vet, so I called my best friend. Brittney had two dogs she loved, but both had to be put down because of parvo. They rushed right out to my house and brought my mom and me to their vet.
We went into the room with the doc and Mitzi. I was crying hysterically, but wanted to be with her. The vet took samples of her stool and then, they shot water into her back. The girl looked like a camel, and she cried in pain. It hurt her so bad that when I held her after that, (she had squirmed toward me) she bit me through pain.
Finally, she got well, and is THE best sweetheart on the planet. I hope to get her a sibling soon. <3