Onyx became a part of our family a little over two years ago. Maacah and I spotted this adorable chihauhau mix at the Humane Society when we visited "just to look...not to adopt." I really was not ready for another dog. We already had a miniature dauschund who had been with us for several years, and Maacah had only just lost her precious Abel, a dauschund mix, to an unknown malady.
Onyx, who was named Pierre at the time, lay huddled next to his sister. Both were tiny little things. After the initial, "Oh, how cute," came the "Oh, what happened?" Onyx's right leg was wrapped in a blue cast that seemed impossibly bulky and heavy for such a petite puppy. Upon inquiry we learned that, while visiting another home to become socialized, Onyx had jumped from a couch and broken his brittle leg.
Maacah turned to me and asked, "Can we please see him?" I caved. I shouldn't have, but I did. This was the beginning of the end of my resolve to "just look, not adopt."
Maacah cuddled the shivering little chihauhau mix in her arms. He was very skittish and looked so scared. She fell in love, and I couldn't walk out without placing a hold on the little dear. We probably would have ended up with two, but his sister was already spoken for.
Later that week, this shy little fella came to live with us and we are ever so grateful. He is still skittish, but is becoming braver and more social with others outside of our family. He loves to snuggle, and I am happy to have him by my side, especially when I'm fastened to a spot grading writing projects.