Max the Chihuahua and Cookie the Cat- the Story of a Broken Heart
We adopted Max when he was six weeks old. Cookie arrived about a week later, likely the same age. They became best friends. In the beginning, we took Max for walks four to five times a day. Cookie came on our walks almost from the start. We bought her a collar and leash, but once the leash was on, she sat down and wouldn’t move. We stopped using the leash, but she continued on our walks. When they were younger, Cookie would come home when Max did. But after a while, Cookie became the neighborhood explorer, coming home whenever she pleased, but always before we went to bed.
Max was never a very healthy dog. He had scoliosis and walked on an angle, his back legs always towards the right and his front legs and head sort of to the left. If Max stopped, Cookie stopped, if Cookie wandered away, Max would wait patiently for her to catch up. On the rare occasion that I kept walking and allowed her to get out of sight, Cookie would cry until we walked back to her and then we would continue on our journeys.
At home they would run around and play with each other and nap together on the couch. Our older cat, Valentine passed away when they were about three, and we quickly adopted Clara and Cleo and then they were four. About five years ago we adopted Trixie, a lab/pit mix and then they were five. Throughout the years, Max and Cookie remained best friends.
About a year ago, Max’s health started deteriorating. He got cataracts and went blind. He started falling occasionally and would cry in pain when I picked him up. We went to three different vets who gave us oils and pain meds, but Max didn’t get better. Cookie, on the other hand, remained healthy and happy.
Not too long ago, Max fell off of the curb and hit his head on a car. I carried him home and Cookie came inside with us. As much as I knew it was going to hurt, I knew it was near the time I was going to have to say goodbye to Max. I debated for about a week what the right thing was to do. Finally I made the decision to say goodbye to my little friend. It was one of the hardest things I have every had to do as an adult.
All the animals knew something was different. They were different. Clara stopped fighting with Trixie. Cleo became a cuddly lap cat and Trixie seemed to lose her puppy-like exuberance. Cookie changed the most. She spent more time outside than usual and one night, she wouldn’t come in at all.
It has been a month since Cookie has been gone. Some of the neighbors think she was taken by a wild animal. I know differently. Just as one spouse dies soon after the other, Cookie went off to die, alone, from a broken heart.