My little boy went to be with his mother Abbie and his father Toto May 16th 2013 around 5:00 PM.. He went out into the back yard laid down on the concrete and slipped away.
He was born May 21, 2000, so he was 5 days from being 13. He developed that later in life heart murmur and for the last two months that poor thing really suffered to breathe. But he was on some heavy meds to help him and was doing great.
Alex was a male Maltese dog. When I first saw the breed I was mesmerized with it. The very first one I saw was named Alex and I loved that name. But Toto was the first one we got, Then Abbie and we bred them and Wal-Laaa, I got my own Alex. He was so different from Toto and Abbie.
This one was fiesty and bigger than the both of them, loved to play in the water, would chase after the thunder from thunder storms and loved for you to hold him. He would paw your leg to be picked up. He loved to lick my feet or leg and for all of his 13 years he would clean my face every day. He would lick our other dog Lucky's ear as long as she would stand it. He pranced, just like a pony when he walked and threw his head in the air like he was an aristocrat, but of all my Malteses, he would get his face the dirtiest.
All the pictures I have of him and Abbie and Toto, his face is dirty. He loved to rub his head in the dirt. His hair was just like his mothers, kinda curly and would mat so bad I had to keep him shorter than a normal Maltese, but he still had beautiful hair.
He was very jealous of me though and wanted no one else in my lap or he would just growl and fuss and I would always have to tell him to be nice. He has one sister, and she is frail too, and the last of that line of dog. It is with heavy heart that I write this today as I am taking him to the crematorium. I will get his ashes back today and place him on the mantel with his mom and dad.
He had developed some funny idiosyncracies in his last year. He got extremely afraid of thunder and he was afraid of the noise the dishwasher made when washing the dishes. He would run outside when we started the dishwasher, and kept poking his head through the doggie door to see if he could still hear it. It was so funny.
I miss you more than you know Alex. It is so hard to let you go. I sure hope heaven has my babies up there so I can see them again.
Rest in peace my sweet boy...your moma an daddy loved you with all their hearts, and you will be greatly missed.
Your human mother and father....Kathy Waits & Raymond Waits