This was my first little Havanese. His name was Hutch. He was kind of a rescue dog. I didn't realize it at the time but he must have been from a puppy mill. He had a heart mummer but it healed. He had a crocked mouth and teeth but he was adorable none-the-less. I got him from someone who got him from a friend supposedly
. He was only 8 weeks when I got him. A little black ball of hair
I lived in Missouri at the time.
I had my little guy for 4 years when I went through a very bad divorce and had to move across the country and go to work full time. I couldn't take him to work with me and he didn't do well at home alone in a strange city and apartment. (It's a long story) Anyway, I gave him to my nephew and niece. They wanted him and they loved him and took good care of him. I missed him terribly but you do what's best for your doggy. I since got married and moved to Fremont so didn't get to see him at all for over a year but he was making his new home with my nephew and niece. I didn't feel it was right to ask for him back when I was able to retire because they loved him and had another dog that they played well with together. They knew I had retired and didn't offer to give him back because they loved him too. That's why my wonderful husband got me Mikey for my birthday.
Anyway, I found out that he was viciously attacked and killed by an old Husky that he had been around some off and on for a couple of years. It broke my heart. I know my nephew and niece are torn up about it too. I (knowing more about dogs than them) know it could have been prevented. I'm sure there were signs they didn't catch. They left him alone with his 'brother dog' - a boston terrier and the old husky in the back yard and went to a movie. (a no no, but I guess they've done it before). I'm so heart broken. To make matters worse, the old husky is my sisters dog that they now have to put down and it was in her back yard it happened. My sister hasn't even called me. I know she feels horrible.
This picture is Hutch with my youngest son who is now 16 and living with his father back in Missouri. I can't tell him. Hutch was the nicest, kindest dog I ever owned. He was never the alpha dog in any situation. He loved all people and animals. It's so wrong!!!! I know there is nothing I could have done about it but I'm having trouble excepting it. Poor Hutch, being viciously attacked by a "friend". Live is so unfair sometimes!!!!
I had to say good bye, with tears in my eyes, to my first little buddy here on the forum with people who also love Havanese because I know my nephew and niece loved him but not as much as they loved their boston terrier and I needed Hutch to have a RIP by those that know and understand how much these little dogs get into your heart and soul forever.
Thanks for listening.