Last week a coyote jumped our split rail fence at 11pm and took our Bruiser while our 22 yr old son was standing on the deck. Bruiser was a hefty Chihuahua boy of almost 20 pounds and a coyote snatched him like a rag doll and carried him off into the night. We don’t live in a wilderness area, but a subdivision of track housing. Our backyard faces a small open space that separates the buildings behind us. We searched all night for him and found no trace of him, not even his collar.

Our hearts are broken and we are devastated. I feel completely helpless that I could not do anything to rescue my little guy. I am tortured by the horrible pain scenarios running through my head of Bruiser crying for help. My only hope is that it was quick and he didn’t suffer, but I know in reality, this might not be true. I keep looking out the window at the back yard hoping that he would come back and this is all just a nightmare.

I called him my little angel boy because whenever I was really upset and crying he would stay right by my side and look me deep in the eye as if he was saying “it’s going to be okay, mommy”. Of all the dogs I ever owned, Bruiser had the deepest sense of love and concern for human emotion. I couldn’t even help him when he needed me most. He would have had his 8th birthday in August.

Oh, so heartbroken….