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Paco has been a female Chihuahua mix, a senior dog. She has
passed away on February 13, 2018 due to a traumatic injury.
Paco is survived by her humans: Mama Lisa, Nanny Norma and Pappy
Kenneth along with her house-sister dog Mandy. She was
really close to her human cousin Sierra. Please keep Paco
and us in your positive thoughts, well wishes, and prayers.
Let me tell you a little about Paco. Just because she’s
awesome. She still is... somewhere beyond here.
Paco loved ear rubs most of all. Plus she’d see me coming
and roll over on her back for a belly rub. She was spoiled
beautifully and petted constantly.
Paco came to us when she wasn’t fully grown more than several
years ago. Paco wasn’t an official therapy dog. She
didn’t need a certificate to be who she has been to me. My
Everything. Paco was my main source of comfort and
companionship. These last two years I’ve barely spent more
than a few hours away from her at a time.
Paco has taught me to love completely in pure Light and perfect
Trust. No one else, just her. I didn’t think that I—or
any human being—had the capacity to love as much as I love Paco.
She loves me beyond measure in return. Ours is a love
that can’t be severed by death. It’s worth being written
about in poetry. Paco herself is pure Love.
Paco has always had a spiritual glow to her. In her
prime her Nanny and I would call Paco an Angel Dog. I guess
Paco couldn’t have stayed in this form forever. This is her
time to move on.
My sweet Paco. You’ve graduated from the flesh. Have you
gotten your wings yet? I bet you have! Good Girl
either way! Mama loves you, Paco. You are missed and
appreciated. Your life mattered, every moment of it. I
cherish every memory. Your death was not in vain.
Your legacy will live on. Every success I have from this
point on will be in your honor. I will live the life that
you have always wanted for me, the life you helped prepare me
for. I will share with the world the Love, Light and
Goodness that you’ve always seen in me. Thanks to you I can
now see it in myself.
Our family will show each other more Love and Kindness. Your death
has shown us how important our time together is. You will
always be one of us, the heart of our family. The jewel of
my heart. Go forward in Peace, Light and Love, my infant.
You’re the greatest! The earthly world is a better place
because you have been in it. We’ll see each other again, my sweet
Paco. But not today. Until then, know you’re always on
my mind and in my heart. I love you Paco!
It seemed like only yesterday, I was at a time in my life that I
was feeling lost and depressed. One of the reasons was
because I had lost my son and was unable to cope. I sat on
my front stoop and asked God for a sign that my son was
okay. Within moments, out of nowhere, a black and
white tuxedo cat came to me. I had never seen him before and
don’t know where he came from. This cat and I made an
instant connection with each other and I named him Patches.
My wife and I always fed Patches, every time he came to our door.
I would spend time with him when he came around. Eventually
during a bad snow storm, we opened the door for Patches to come
in. He always stayed, however, as an indoor-outdoor
cat. He loved the outdoors; but always knew where his home,
love and a good meal were. Not once, did he ever hiss; not
once did his claws ever come out; he got along with everyone… even
our dog and seven other cats. However, when Patches was
outside, he did not hesitate to protect his “property” when strays
Patches had an appetite like no other. He devoured bowls of
home-cooked chicken, ham, turkey, fish, and of course… my BBQ’d
hot dogs and hamburgers! Whatever was being served, he was
“in”. He also had a relentless, raspy meow; with a crescendo
that got louder and louder until he was fed!
After dinner, Patches made a habit of jumping up onto my wife’s
lap while she was still sitting at the table. She had made a
joke that she could not do the dishes because Patches was snuggled
on her lap. Literally for years, this became a nightly
routine and we continued to joke that my wife was “paying” Patches
to come on her lap so she couldn’t get up. It was his
job! There were occasional nights, however, that my buddy
came on my lap after dinner, so my wife would ask Patch if I had
paid him more!
Since I am retired, Patches and I spent many hours together and he
always showed me he loved me by nuzzling his head under my
Suddenly, we started noticing Patches losing weight, even though
he still had a good appetite. One night, while Patches was
sitting on my wife’s lap “working” and I was doing the dishes, she
said Patches was just fur and bones. We needed to get him to
Neither our vet and even the emergency hospital could determine
the reason for his sudden demise. It was suspected, however,
that Patches had a brain tumor. He was put on palliative
treatment and pain medications. Nothing helped. He was
suffering and in his last days, barely could eat. My wife
told me Patches needed us to help give him peace. I couldn’t
face losing my friend; but the day he could no longer nuzzle his
head under my chin, I knew my wife was right and I made the
call. Patches peacefully went to the Rainbow Bridge at 2:28
p.m. on April 7, 2018.
Of all the cats that have come through our doors, there was
something special about Patches. He had the most gentle,
affectionate, loving sole. He was my boy, and my family and
I will never forget him.
I thank God for sending this cat to me that day years ago when I
was sitting on the stoop as a sign that my son was ok.
Others always wondered why I named a tuxedo cat “Patches”. I never
told anyone until now... I named him after the song, “Patches”,
sung by Clarence Carter. After listening to it, you may
understand. Thank you for reading Patches story.
Roger Diehm & Family
2013 - 5/14/18
I lost my cat of 5 years last week. I feel as if all the
joy is gone and i live in a black hole. He was always there to
make mefeel like i was the greatest. I am so lonely without him.
We found him under a bush in our yard when he was just a few weeks
old. I always said he was my gift from God. His heart failed
after fighting urinary disease. I just cry all the time. He
was a Maine coon mix and just beautiful. We would put him on a
leash and walk him in the backyard. I've never had a cat
like him. He found the icemaker fascinating. He was everything to