I got a puppy when i was 6 his name was pocco and he was just a baby. he is a chiuhuhua. He died friday at 8pm at 14 years old. he was like a little brother that i spoiled and loved more then anything or anyone in this world. He was always their for me and i was always their for him. Everytime i think about him being dead i just can't believe it. I always felt like he would live forever. He was in Pa. i unfortunately moved to NV a few years ago because of my husbands stupid job. he was living with my mother. i wish i could have kissed him goodbye. poor thing.