Gradually, back to normal

Things are getting back to normal at home after Piccola's journey through the RB. Mom has been cleaning and re-arranging the office, it's where Piccola used to sleep; now, Kala sleeps alone there. We are moving this month back to Mom's house (now we are renting this house). So, working a lot is helping Mom with the sadness.
On a funny note:

Mom has been working and dealing with so many things these days that she's a little absentminded, I think. The other day, my human sisters where here and, when they and Mom get together they talk A LOT. So, they were talking and Mom wanted to drink from a bottle of water she had near. But, instead of taking the bottle of water, she took a bottle of rubbing alcohol that was besides the water. When she drank it, immediately spited it out and my sisters began to laugh and make jokes about Mom. Later, they continued with their conversation and Mom was going to give Liah her antibiotic pill. At that same moment, one of the girls told Mom to remember to take her pill. So, Mom, instantly put Liah's pill in her mouth. Thanks God, a second later she realized the error and spited the pill. Again, the girls began to make jokes and Mom was laughing, too. When they left told Mom to try not to make herself ill drinking or taking other's pills. Mom laughed.

Now, I'm watching Mom so she behaves properly.

Ola kala!

To all my furry friends

My family and I are very thankful to all my furry and human friends for all the support, kind words, hugs, purrs and all the love you have shown us during this difficult time.
Piccola crossed the Rainbow Bridge this rainy first day of june. I think it was raining because heaven was sad that such a beautiful soul had to leave her family, specially her Mom. Piccola was nervous all the time during the trip because it used to make her very excited to get into the car. It was an hour and a half of hearing her cry and walk in circles inside the pet taxi. But, when Mom and Piccola arrived to grandma's house, Piccola was even a little happy. Then, grandma told Mom that Piccola was calm at the Vet's office. She began her journey to the Bridge without a fight, in peace.
Again, I want to thank you all for show us a love that have been coming from around the world, something that I never imagined; the kind of love that Piccola deserved.

A letter for Piccola

Mom asked me to let her use this space to write a letter for Piccola, so she'll be the author of this post.

Dear Piccola:

It is so hard to write this letter, but it's been harder to make the decision that I'll explain to you next.
I remember the day you came to my life. It was just the right time, I was desperately seeking for a companion because I lost my last pet. The house felt so terribly lonely without a dog and I was telling everyone to help me find a chihuahua to adopt. Then you came. You were so tiny that you fitted completely in just one of my hands... yes, a month and a half month old chihuahua. It was love at first sight. From that moment on we were inseparable. I remember that, because you missed your doggie mom, I used to put you in my chest and sit in a rocking chair while listening to music from Enya. You loved that music and got asleep without any problem.
You were so smart from the beginning and always learned everything that I taught you so fast. The first thing you always did from the beginning was to every morning go to my bedroom door to wake me. Then you learned to climb up to my shoulders to ride there as if you were a parakeet; oh, that was always funny. And there was that time when I realized how brilliant you were. We were having the winds and rains of a hurricane, it was really scary. Your sister Melody got really scared, too, so scared that, instead of stay in the balcony where I prepared her a hiding place, she went running to the backyard before I could get her. I was calling her hysterically because it was too dangerous for anyone to be out (things were flying with the strong winds), but she didn't came. Then you came to me, looked at me and looked at the backyard. I told you: "Piccola, go get her, go get Melody and make her come inside the house". With a brave heart, you went into the rain and strong winds looking for Melody in the backyard. Then my heart stopped, because you didn't came back fast enough. Just when I was going to go after both of you, you came running from the backyard with Melody behind you. It was an amazing experience that showed me that animals understand much more than we humans think.
Even in your last years, been much older than the "appropriate" learning age for dogs, you continued to learn some tricks that I taught you, maybe not as fast, but you did learn them.
My dear sweetie, you have been my companion for 19 years. I want you to know that you have been the perfect pet, and that it makes me so sad to lose you. You have been ill for some time now and I know that you're suffering from various aches that make you uncomfortable and sad. I don't want you to suffer anymore and I don't want you to be in more pain. A pain that will only be more intensive from now on.
That's why today, we will have a trip. We will go to grandma's house so you can say hello to grandma, grandpa and the uncle. Then, grandma will take you on another trip to the Vet. He will help you ease your pains. He will give you a pass to go to a Rainbow Bridge. We both like rainbows, so you'll see it's a beautiful place. The Vet will give you something that will make you want to sleep, it's a peaceful sleep, so there's nothing to be afraid of. After that, only you will know what will happen, but I can assure you that you'll be pain free.
I can't be with you in that last journey, but I want you to know that the same way you have always been with me physically, you will always be in my heart and my memory, and I'll always cherish the years you dedicated to me and the unconditional love you gave me. My sweet-sweet Piccola, I will miss you very much and I will always love you.

An update on Piccola...

Today is Piccola's last day. Mom isn't feeling well, but, she's trying to have all the strengh that she can and trying not to think too much about tomorrow, when Piccola will have her last trip, before her journey through the Rainbow Bridge. I tell Mom that she should cry all she wants because that'll make her feel better. But I look at her eyes and I know that she's trying to be strong and trying not to cry in front of others, specially in front of Piccola. I don't know if Piccola knows, but she's calm. Mom said she's going to give Piccola a bath today, then sit with her and have a talk. Sometimes, Mom used to sit with Piccola and have talks and Piccola looked at her like she understands everything (of course, we pets know a lot more than humand can ever imagine). Now, Mom doesn't do that anymore because Piccola can't hear and doesn't pay attention to Mom when she's talking. But Mom will try it anyway. Mom will explain to Piccola her decision and how hard it has been for her to make it. She'll explain Piccola the procedure and will tell her that there's nothing to be afraid of, and that she'll be free of all pains and will not suffer any more; she'll feel like when she's sleeping. I know Piccola will understand and accept it, she trusts Mom.

About Piccola

It's important to maintain a good mood when you have problems and sickness, specially between your family, including your pets. But it's soooooooooo hard!
It's been a bad month for Mom because some of us, her pets, have been sick. You already know about Liah. She's in a more intensive treatment of antibiotics and Mom is taking really good care of her. Prince had a rash and was scraching a lot, but Mom took him to the Vet, too, and with a shot and some drops he's feeling better already.
The saddest note is now. Do you remember my oldest sister, Piccola? She's a 19 years old chihuahua.
Yes, 19 years. She's been a healthy loving companion for a long, really loooooong time for Mom. For some time, Piccola have been suffering from some unusual behavior. She tends to walk to the left instead of straight forward. Mom thought that it was because Piccola can barely see. But, there have been a few times now that Piccola walks in circles: she walks and walks and walks until she drops exhausted and dizzy.
Mom consulted with a few Vets and everyone told her that it should be that she's having little brain hemorrhages and that soon she'll probably have a big one. Mom knows that Piccola is suffering. Sometimes she doesn't want to eat, sometimes she cries or is very nervous and can't sleep properly. The Vet told Mom that it's time for Piccola to cross the Rainbow Bridge.
I haven't write about it before because Mom didn't want me to. I think she was on denial. But now, she's facing the truth about Piccola's condition. This next week, Piccola will be crossing the RB, probably next Tuesday.
Here's a video of Piccola walking in circles.

Five Pets... A Thousand Names

Hi! I have a question for you: How many names do you have? Silly question? No, no; at least, not in my house. You see, we are five pets here, and each one has it's official name. But Mom loooooves to invent a lot of nicknames for each one of us. I don't care at all, she can call me "Tutti-fruitty" if she wants; if she has prawns in her hands, I'll come anyway.

Let start with the ladies:

This is Kala, AKA: Kalita, Kali, Kalinsky, Coqui and Quikie (because she loves to run everywhere).

This is Piccola, AKA: Picco, Piccolita, Piccolitis, Piccoletta, Piccoletera and Piscola.

This is Liah, AKA: Lulu, Luli, Susi, Misusi, Miñiñi, Moñoñi, Juanita and Dudi.

This is Prince, AKA: Barrigoncito, Pinchi, Pinchito, Pinchitito, Piriririnchi, The Romantic Cat and The Dripping Cat.

And, of course, me, Pirulo, AKA: Piru, Pirulito, Pirulitito, Piruriru, Pirulinsky, Gordo, Gordito, Ballenita and Belleza.

Now it's your turn. Which are your nicknames? It's fun!

Ola kala!

Club House

Prince and I have a Club House in our backyard. We used some already dropped leaves under a palm tree. Mom told us that we should recycle, so we have an ecological Club House. Yes, indeed, we are green cats (it got nothing to do with the fact that we are too lazy to build anything).

It's a Club House just for us, male cats; no girls allowed. I'm sorry about my dear girly friends. You know I love you all, but we need a place to do our manly things, like take naps and rest.

Well, guess what happened the other day: I was on my way to the club when I saw some girls around our secret palm tree.

"Hey! Who are you? What are you doing here?"
"What? There's another one? Oww, that's something I can't allow. Get away from my Club House!"
What happened was that Prince was distracted following a lizard of something and didn't watch the premises. I decided that we needed more walls, so I sent Prince for more palm leaves.

Efficiently, he found some very fast. I was happy and waiting for him to bring them.

And I waited...

And I waited...

And I waited...

Where is he?

He decided to get some rest. I thought: "What a lazy brother I have!" But, as I say: "If you can't fight against the enemy join them"... so I found a quiet place and decided to take a nap. Indeed I did.


Ola kala!

Wordless Wednesday: My family

The Furry Family

Hello! Oh, I'm thrilled with my new blog! I told mom about it and she began to take photographs of all of us. She says that the first thing that I have to do is present my family. Well, I'm not sure about that. But I'm going to do it anyway, but very briefly. After all, the blog is about me, right?
So, I'm going to talk about my 7 stepbrothers and stepsisters. I live with 4 of them and the other 3 live with my grandpas.

This is me (of course, I have to be the first one). I'm Pirulo Furry, the most beautiful and intelligent pet in this house. I'm 7 years old. As you can see, I'm not fat, I'm husky with big bones and long hair. I have a deep look and my beautiful blue eyes are very expressive. Although I don't speak as humans do, mom always understands my meows and knows what I want. I have her well trained.



This is my stepbrother, Prince. He's 5 years old. He looks charming, but he has a different temperament than me. He hates to travel in the car and really- really hates the vet. Although, mom says he's a romantic because he likes to stop and smell the flowers. When he arrived to my home, I didn't want him, so mom had to maintain us separated for almost 3 months. I have to make a confession: because I didn't want him when he was little, I gave him some wrong instructions trying to make mom throw him away. That's why even today, when Prince goes to the litter box, he always dig first, but not after doing his business, so his stuff stays exposed. Oh, mom gets mad, but I'm glad. Ji, ji.

This one is one of my 4 doggy stepsis. This is Liah, the second youngest of all. She's a 3 years old shih-tzu. Mom says she's a pure breed because she has papers. To my knowledge, all dogs need papers, specially if it's raining and can't come out to do their business. Anyway, until Liah came to the house I always slept with mom in her bed, with my own pillow. But now, Liah sleeps there and don't leave me any space. I'm not mad at her for this, really, mostly because now I have my own space, my Fun Park. I'll talk about it another day.

This is Kala, a 13 years old mix. Oh, I'm afraid of her, she really has a temper. She's humble when mom scold her, but she's very territorial and doesn't want me anywhere near her area. Although she's aggressive with intruders, Kala almost dies with the sound of thunderstorms and explossions.




Piccola is the oldest pet in the house, she's an 18 years old chihuahua. She can't hear, see or smell well and sleeps most of the time. But, I don't know how she does it, she walks in the backyard almost half an hour twice a day, in the morning and after dinner. Because there are stairs in the house, mom has to be extra careful with her. I think Piccola doesn't know that I exist, but at least doesn't bother me, either.



The next three ones live with my grandpa and grandma in another city. I don't get to see them and don't know them well, but mom always tell me the news about them.

Dali is the son of Piccola and is a mix chihuahua. He's 11 years old and a patient of cancer. I was sorry he was very sick. But grandpa decided to give him a chance to live and pay a very expensive operation and treatment. He's almost ok now, but he's obese, so he can't run like when he was young. In spite of his health problems, Dali still likes to play with his squiky toys.



Michi is a beautiful calico cat whose favorite hobby is birdwatching. There's a spot, that grandma calls "the office", near the bird feeder where Michi spends most of the day. Grandma rescued Michi from a neighbor that didn't pay attention to her. She was very very skinny the first time she came near the house. Grandmas' dogs always barked at Michi, but because grandma began to put food for her, Michi decided that she was going to live there. With hisses and scratches, Michi gained the dogs respect and now she lives happy with them.

The last one is the youngest one. Uma is a mix doggy that has too much energy. She's only 10 months old and she was rescued, too, from mom's work. Her story is sad, but I'm not gonna tell it now. I'll only say that Uma was lucky mom decided to take her and her sister, who was later given to another family. Now she's the fun of the house and the guardian; oh, she barks really loud.




Well, that's the Furry Family. Now you know. Can we talk about me from now on?