This is a pretty interesting story, I think. I have told FEW people this story and it has brought tears to their eyes. Maybe it's just because they know me personally and they knew our precious KoKo but none the less I need to tell this story also.
The night before KoKo's crossing over I sat with him for a LONG time. I cried the entire time and he just looked at me with his soft eyes and listened to everything I had to say to him. I believe he really did understand everything I told him.
I was telling him how sorry I was that I had to make this decision but that I had made a promise to him to not suffer and he was telling me by not eating it was time to let go. I also told him that we would be getting another puppy and I know that he knew we were. I told him that we would more than likely get a sheppie puppy and to guide us to the right puppy. I was looking at traveling to Chicago for a shepherd puppy! I told him that when he did lead us to that puppy to help us name him also. I said I had faith in him that he would do this for us and I would make sure I was listening to everything that came our way.
Well, after KoKo crossed over I did my own healing by writing his story to put in his box, which is like nine pages long and I also made the video of him which is on this blog. That was the way I healed. Cried and cried and cried. Yet I KNEW I wanted a puppy.
I KNEW that this puppy would NEVER EVER replace KoKo because, to be honest, no dog will ever be able to walk in his paws! Yet I just felt I needed another puppy. I had Sasha but I wanted a sheppie pup. I HAD to have a sheppie pup.
A few days after KoKo crossed over I fell ill to a HORRIBLE bladder infection. I actually was bleeding it was so bad. I also fell ill to one of the WORST migraines I have had since I was diagnosed with them. It was just horrible. I could barely walk into the doctor's office! So I was confined to bed for a day or so and it made me think. Think of how selfish I was being on wanting to get a sheppie puppy. My dear hubby said that he didn't want a shepherd. They are too hyper and they get big QUICKLY. He said he liked having the little dogs in the house. Yet because I wanted a sheppie he was going to let me go to Chicago and get that puppy I so wanted. I thought how selfish this was because my dear hubby isn't strong enough to handle a big dog anymore. With his RA he isn't capable. Heck with the small dogs they pull and hurt him, let alone a BIG dog. People kept giving me grief saying that I'm a dog trainer I shouldn't have a dog that pulls. Ya, they will eventually learn this but until then my honey can't handle the dog? I don't think that is right.
So, after I could get up from bed I decided to go in search of another cavalier(cavvy). My hubby and I looked at the four different colors and he wanted another blanheim like Sasha but I told him I wanted a different one. The only one that I really really liked was a tri. So I found someone that was selling a girl and boy tri puppy.
We set up a meeting and went and looked at them. I didn't like the little boy at all. He was too timid for me and what I wanted. The little girl was nice enough but I wanted a BOY! I was sitting there trying to figure out how to tell the breeder I didn't want this little boy. We sat there for 2hrs talking to her. She finally said that she had a "special" little boy who she was thinking about keeping because he was "special". She said I sounded like the right family for him and she felt comfortable letting me meet him. She said his name was Tiny Boy. I was ready for this. She brought him upstairs, put him down on the ground, and I patted the floor and he spotted me, ran as fast as he could, and landed in my lap! I KNEW this was the boy I was taking home. He was older by a month than the ones I was looking at but they were twice his size. He was only 2lbs and he was 3mos old. Dr. I.(my favorite vet) was his vet and he had looked him over and there wasn't anything wrong with him at all. We took him home.
Well, we didn't take him straight home we took him straight to Dr. I. He said, "Oh, who do we have here?" I told him who the puppy was and the breeder and everyone just flocked to him because EVERYONE in the clinic knew little Tiny Boy! They were SO happy that I was chosen for him.
We were sitting in the room waiting to get a look over and my one friend who works at the clinic said you should name him Mo. He has a little mohawk on his head so that's why she thought of that name. I said, "Oh that's a dumb name!" My hubby was in the room too and he said ever so quietly, "Kokamo". I said, "YES, that's it! K-o-k-o-m-o". My hubby said that he didn't want to do Koko he wanted the koka. I told him NO because it was perfect because of our boy KoKo. We all agreed that this was his name. Yet I wanted him to still have tiny in his name because the breeder really did like this little boy and he was special to her. So his AKC name is: Inez(after the breeding kennel) Tiny(from the breeder) KoKoMo. What do we call him? MoMo or Mo for short. Funny now that I look back and said what a DUMB name that was!
We were happy with our little man and he is "special". He developed VERY slow. Dr. I. said if he got to 10lbs we would be lucky. I weighed him in Sept. and he was 10.5lbs! He is now a year old! He is VERY tiny for his breed, especially being a male. His obedience future? Well, we will see.
One day, a few months after we had gotten him, my eldest daughter looked down and said, "Mom, MoMo has a heart on his butt, did you ever notice that?" It struck me right then and there this was a sign from KoKo letting us know this was the puppy he had led us to. It was his "sign of approval" so to speak.
KoKo led me to be sick to realize I was being selfish and needed to get a small dog for daddy.
KoKo led us to this breeder who had a special little boy
KoKo let the breeder realize that we were the right family for Tiny Boy
KoKo whispered in his daddy's ear the perfect name for this little boy
KoKo signed Mo with a heart signature!
That heart stayed on MoMo's butt(back) for a few weeks. Now it looks like a bird, you know the kind that you draw that looks like an "m"? So I seem to think it's still KoKo letting us know that indeed we listened and we listened well for him to lead us to our Inez Tiny KoKoMo.
Inez Tiny KoKoMo
Little Man
Tiny Boy
KoKoMo Joe
Mo
MoMo
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