It's hard for me to talk over the phone without crying, and sitting here typing isn't much better. So many want to know what happen to my boy. I guess I could make up a story to cover my ass that would make me look better but being the honest soul that I am could never allow for that nonsense. Yes the tears are already falling. It was all my fault because I know better than to leave Topo Gee Joe get near to Fudge. He is so jealous of him because he studs most of the girls and he hates him for it. He tries to challenge Fudge every chance he gets, which is not many because I'm always on my toes to not let anything happen to Fudge, being the cream of the crop and my star stud dog. I was downstairs hanging with my chi's, playing with the puppies, you know the usual routine. Fudge was in the play pen with his little girl that he was mating for the last two days. When he breeds you can't get him to budge away from his girls. I always take him upstairs with me when I go up for long periods at a time. But that day he was in a tie with his little wife so I left well enough alone. I forgot that I let Topo out on the porch. I went up to shower and to freshen up the puppies and Candy. She was nursing for another mom that had to big of a litter, and she was helping out.
When I was done I started back downstairs, that's when I heard the ruckus. All the dogs were going crazy. I flew down those stairs, maybe only hitting two or so. I knew there was something very wrong with the way they were carrying on. When I open the door there was Topo in the play pen standing over Fudge just trashing him. It was to late for my little 2lb angel he was to far into shock to save him.
The internal bleeding that happens when your in shock all ready began to happen to him. All I could do was pray to God for him not to take him away from me. But I guess God wasn't doing house calls that day. Fudge died in my arms minutes later. So once again in my life the dark clouds appear over my head. It's still a mystery how Topo got back in the house. I guess who ever let him it is not talking. But I blame myself for being so dam careles. What a price to pay for my stupidity. Now he's with my son Bronson dancing with the angels. Somewhere over the rainbow. And I'm sitting here crying my eyes out, don't worry for me pain is my middle name.
I heard something on the T.V. today it was a saying, maybe quoted from the Bible......tough time don't last, but tough people do. I have Fudge's son Chico man on my lap as I type this with my tears dripping down on him. He's so young, and yet he knows something is very wrong with me. He wants to climb up and lick my tears and my nose, oh yes dear puppy....never forget the nose. You know how they love to clean you up, chi's are just like that, they would crawl inside you if they could. He looks just like his dad did when he was a puppy. So I know Fudge lives in the life he gave his son. And he will live in my heart forever. Thanks for your concern to all that asked about my little man. E.L. Fudge, he was really something. Everybody Loves Fudge.
