Danté’s rescue story was unlike any I have ever witnessed. His journey began in fear; a tiny long-haired Chihuahua used as a breeding stud by a hoarding backyard breeder while still a mere puppy himself. Terrified of the world around him, even the simple act of setting groceries on the floor would send him fleeing in panic. It took a full year for him to emerge from his shell of fear, but when he did, he thrived in ways I could never have imagined. I was privileged to have him in my life for nearly two decades. Today, as I say my final goodbye, my heart feels utterly shattered. I wish to honor his courageous and remarkable life, and I believe the poem below captures that tribute beautifully.

Danté's Journey

From a place of shadows and hidden fears,
A rescued soul emerged through tears,
A hoarding breeder’s forgotten plight,
he hid in corners and shunned the light.

Scared of the world, he'd flinch and duck,
but with time and love, he learned to trust.
From a trembling start to a life of peace,
he grew in confidence, and all fear ceased.

In the sunlit yard where shadows danced,
this tiny chocolate Chihuahua pranced.
Spunky and swift, like a squirrel in a race,
he resembled a tiny deer with a little fox face.

For seventeen years, his lifetime span,
he was my little fajita, my little old man.
From playful zoomies to moments still,
his love was constant for his sweet little Jill.

In every leap, a spark of cheer,
in every rest, a comfort near,
Through the storm of divorce and a move so grand,
he stayed my constant —paw in hand.

He loved the sun on his fur so thick,
a soft, warm spot is where he’d pick.
His little heart, so big and bright,
embraced the day and kissed the night.

Kinsleigh's smile, a treasured sight,
his furry friends, his heart’s delight.
Our home with a fence, under skies of blue,
a patch of earth where dreams came true.

Now, as you rest all the days long,
your spirit dances and sings a new song.
In memories rich and moments dear,
Danté lives on, forever near.

In the quiet spots where sunlight fades,
and in the yard where soft grass sways,
Your playful spirit will still glide,
in our hearts and dreams, you'll always bide.

I love you, sweet boy.

Love conquers death.

Danté

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