Tokyo's Story

This is a blog in honor of my Tokyo pug.  We got him and his littermate/sister, Paris, when they were only 8 weeks old. Our house was still being built so we were living in the 526 property.  I still remember that night when my parents and I went to see the puppies.  We had actually went to see Paris (I wanted a female) and the woman brough down two tiny little fur balls, one in each hand.  These were the last two puppies of the litter (there were 7 total).  Paris, as a puppy, had been scared and very timid.  But Tokyo, with his rotund tummy, warmed up in a few seconds and then wanted to roam around and smell stuff in the way that only a puppy does. 

Well, they were both so darn cute and I couldn't possibly leave the last puppy by himself.  I called up Case (and brought along extra money just by the off chance I should want two) and asked/told him I was getting both of them.  He was at home building a makeshift pen to keep them in so they could go outside in the back.  So the woman agreed and I took them both home together in a little cardboard box. 

We made pitstop to Petco on the way home picking up a crate and some supplies.  Paris and Tokyo slept together that first night and every night thereafter until Paris passed away due to a coyote attack. Tokyo mourned and would cry if he was not right there with someone - even if we were in the house.  So along came Cairo.  We took Tokyo to see some pug puppies to find out if there was one that he seemed interested in or liked.  Honestly, he didn't seem interested in any of them.  But we picked one anyway who seemed sweet.

Now Cairo, was her own little personality and different than Paris.  Paris was more docile and loving - Cairo was energetic, playful and stubborn.  She would pick at Tokyo even though he mostly disregarded her during her puppyhood.  Eventually, however, I think she won him over.  His life was never the same and I think he went from being in charge with Paris, to just thinking that it was too much work and energy with Cairo.  But he didn't cry or whine anymore once Cairo was here.  So I think she helped him (and me) fill a void that Paris left in our lives and hearts. 

Now my sweet Tokyo is gone but not forgotten, and honestly I still can't believe he isn't sleeping on the doggy couch - his usual spot. I have his ashes in a little wood box on a shelf by Paris.  Which is next to their crates and by where he and Cairo slept.  I like to think that's how he would want it to be.