Today about 12:45PM, , my mom and I took our 18 year old chihuahua, Beast, to our vets to be put down. He was urinatin', deficatin' most everywhere. He couldn't hold anythin' down anymore. My mom and I had him ever since I was 6 years old.

He may have been a pain in the butt at times, but he was /our/ pain in the butt and we loved him with all of our hearts regardless. I have tears startin' up again just doin' this journal from my iPod Touch. I took two pictures of him on the way to the vet, and I will be uploadin' the one that is the best out of the two. Beast was my mom's protector, her baby boy, her little man. He slept with her every night from the day we brought him home.

He is currently chasin' Bell, Baby and my hampster, Kirara around.

Beast, you know you were loved very much by all of us, and by Rich who recently came to live with us. He was the first male, besides Dr. Tony, that you let hold you when you first met him, and he was the first male that you licked on his nose, since my Grandpa.

Rest well, Beast. Watch over us, and even though mom said you don't have to protect her anymore, you're goin' to be watchin' over her like Bell and Kirara watch over me and like Baby watches over Rich.

R.I.P Beast August 8th, 1993 - July 8th, 2011.