I lost my beloved Cheech, and my heart is shattered beyond words. Just before losing him, I also said goodbye to my mama — and now the silence in my world feels louder than ever. 💔

For 14 beautiful years, Cheech had a loyal companion by his side: my dachshund Shermygirl. They were inseparable, the perfect pair. Now she’s mourning too, and it breaks me to see her suffer. She’s not well either, and I know deep down there’s nothing more we can do. The weight of this grief is heavy — for both of us.

Cheech showed no signs. No warnings. Just love — always love. That night, I held him close on my belly like I’ve done for so many years, cherishing every breath, every heartbeat. But the next morning… everything changed.

I found a kind and compassionate vet who took him in right away. As the stethoscope pressed against his tiny chest, the tech gently turned to me and said, “Lori… he’s gone.” And in that moment, so was a part of me.

He’ll be coming home soon — not the way I ever imagined, but in the only way he can now.

I joined this group because I love chihuahuas. I’ve seen your precious babies, felt your joys and your heartbreaks. And now, as I mourn my own loss, I just want to say — to everyone who’s ever lost a furry soul mate — my heart is with you. We carry them forever in our hearts, and their love never truly leaves us. 🕊️🐾