In Memory of Cujo
April 19th 2006 - September 10th 2021
As of September 10th, 2021, my darling baby dachshund, Cujo, has passed on. Age finally caught up with him, and some sudden neurological event (such as a stroke) caused neck-down paralysis. I was with him at the end when the vet did what was necessary, I held him and made sure he wasn't scared. It was easily the hardest thing I've had to do my entire life. It'll take me a long time to adjust to the hole in my heart, I know I'll never be the same.
Cujo was the sweetest dachshund on the planet. He loved to cuddle, he loved to sit on my lap and he'd happily stay there all day. His favorite food was pizza. Over the years, he swiped so many slices off of my plate, I had lost count, so for his fifteenth birthday, we actually ordered him a special pizza just for him. He loved to be under blankets, nestled up in a burrow. I'd found him inside of my pillowcase on several occasions, and even one time found him stuck in the leg of a pair of sweatpants. Cujo was an independent little dog, he didn't really much care about other dogs but always did like to get attention from people. He was very clever, always trying to figure stuff out and test things, be it a gate to keep him in a room, how to get to food, or just a neat place to perch himself and sleep. Almost like a cat, he found a way to get to high places and would just sorta watch me go about my day. All the more impressive given the fact he was a dachshund, the breed infamous for being short sausage dogs.
Cujo had this short, assertive bark that he'd never use excessively except to let you know he was upset about something, typically b/c I wasn't with him. As he aged and his hearing started to go, he needed me to stay within eyesight, but as long as I did he was satisfied. Until this year, he was able to climb the stairs all on his own, he never had any spine problems as are typical of dachshunds, even the vet noted his spine was perfectly healthy (as were his heart and lungs). He'd been attacked by a large, sick dog and nearly lost his ears but made a full recovery. He had the occasional rash on his underside because of an allergy to grass, thankfully I don't have a grass lawn. I'd been blessed with how healthy he had been for so long, but the knowledge that he was only getting older was always there.
I'd like to think he had a good life, this long time we had together. I know he loved me, and I made sure he knew I loved him. I'll miss everything about him, from the complete adoration he had for me to his morning routine of waking up at 4:30 in the morning insisting it was breakfast time. My world is forever changed; but I wouldn't trade a single second I had with him even if it would take away all this pain I feel now. I'd take twice as much for just a single second more. He was and always will be my baby boy, my cuddly little dachsie baby and my snuggle snausege.
Sleep well my darling.
As of September 10th, 2021, my darling baby dachshund, Cujo, has passed on. Age finally caught up with him, and some sudden neurological event (such as a stroke) caused neck-down paralysis. I was with him at the end when the vet did what was necessary, I held him and made sure he wasn't scared. It was easily the hardest thing I've had to do my entire life. It'll take me a long time to adjust to the hole in my heart, I know I'll never be the same.
Cujo was the sweetest dachshund on the planet. He loved to cuddle, he loved to sit on my lap and he'd happily stay there all day. His favorite food was pizza. Over the years, he swiped so many slices off of my plate, I had lost count, so for his fifteenth birthday, we actually ordered him a special pizza just for him. He loved to be under blankets, nestled up in a burrow. I'd found him inside of my pillowcase on several occasions, and even one time found him stuck in the leg of a pair of sweatpants. Cujo was an independent little dog, he didn't really much care about other dogs but always did like to get attention from people. He was very clever, always trying to figure stuff out and test things, be it a gate to keep him in a room, how to get to food, or just a neat place to perch himself and sleep. Almost like a cat, he found a way to get to high places and would just sorta watch me go about my day. All the more impressive given the fact he was a dachshund, the breed infamous for being short sausage dogs.
Cujo had this short, assertive bark that he'd never use excessively except to let you know he was upset about something, typically b/c I wasn't with him. As he aged and his hearing started to go, he needed me to stay within eyesight, but as long as I did he was satisfied. Until this year, he was able to climb the stairs all on his own, he never had any spine problems as are typical of dachshunds, even the vet noted his spine was perfectly healthy (as were his heart and lungs). He'd been attacked by a large, sick dog and nearly lost his ears but made a full recovery. He had the occasional rash on his underside because of an allergy to grass, thankfully I don't have a grass lawn. I'd been blessed with how healthy he had been for so long, but the knowledge that he was only getting older was always there.
I'd like to think he had a good life, this long time we had together. I know he loved me, and I made sure he knew I loved him. I'll miss everything about him, from the complete adoration he had for me to his morning routine of waking up at 4:30 in the morning insisting it was breakfast time. My world is forever changed; but I wouldn't trade a single second I had with him even if it would take away all this pain I feel now. I'd take twice as much for just a single second more. He was and always will be my baby boy, my cuddly little dachsie baby and my snuggle snausege.
Sleep well my darling.
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You say you think he had a good life? I can tell from your words alone, that he had a wonderful life with you. Your compassion and love come through in every syllable. You were lucky to have found each other.
-TGU.