“He was unique among that breed, and I treasured the time I spent helping to take care of him.”—Raelia Lyn
Skeeter was our 16-year-old Chihuahua—or Chihuahua mix, as some insisted. Maybe that explained why he was not so yippy and yappy like other Chis.
I did not add a last name, “Skeeter Burroughs,” the way they do at the vet’s, because Skeeter had several people he called family. He began puppyhood and spent most of his life with Bevan Robinson, when her then-husband George Eaton brought him home in his jacket pocket for the children (Tommy, Charlie, and Meher Marie). It was young Meher Marie who christened him by saying, “He ain’t nothin’ but a little skeeter,” according to George.
During times of change Skeeter was cared for lovingly by others, notably Patti Cavender, who dubbed him “The Best Chihuahua in the World,” and Pam Lane, at whose home Skeeter kept company with her Chi mix, Willow. Many others helped to walk Skeeter, and I won’t name all of them because I know I’ll leave someone out. He had many human friends in the neighborhood and in the community whom he would greet regularly.
Skeeter came to a sad end. On December 20, 2011, Jonathan was walking him along with Dell and Elliot Rubin’s Chi, Susie, when a loose husky dog silently came up behind them and snatched Skeeter. Jonathan gave chase (Susie went loose but was quickly found safe) and rescued Skeeter and brought him to the vet, but his back was broken and we had to euthanize him. Raelia comforted me by saying that Mehera was no nonsense about such things and would say to put an animal down at once if it was necessary. It is important for your karma that you do not let an animal suffer unnecessarily; Baba was very strong about that, Raelia said Mehera insisted.
Skeeter was cremated at Heavenly Paws, and they gave us a nice little box, which we may pry open in order to distribute the ashes you-know-where. The man who owns the husky is going to court on two citations (animal at large and vicious dog).
I loved Skeeter so much. (As did Jonathan, with whom he had a special bond.) His little sweater is still on my pillow.
Kendra Crossen Burroughs