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In Loving memory of Tequila Mazurk
May 31, 1993 – December 11, 2009

 

On December 11, Tequila joined Taco in heaven. Seems he never got over losing his brother three months before. The truck ride down to Florida for the Holidays was bittersweet as it was the first year we made the trip with only one of our boys.

Tequila curled on my lap as usual and made the trip without uttering a peep. He searched the house when we got there as if looking for Taco but then settled into a normal routine. We enjoyed a quiet Thanksgiving. He watched me put up the Christmas tree and curled up nearby as I worked on my revisions.

But at the end of the second week, he seemed lethargic and uninterested in anything especially food and water. I took him to the vet where he stayed for two nights to get fluids through an IV. When I brought him home, he had a bit more energy, but the longing in his eyes undid me. He seemed done.

That following Monday, he stopped sleeping on the bed with us. He went under the bed and called for me. “Maw. Maw.” My heart ached at the sadness in his tone. For three nights, while John was back in St. Louis, I slept on the floor with my baby. We had a blanket and my pillow, but he simply put his head in my palm and hugged my wrist.

On Friday, our son was in town on business and John flew in for the weekend. Tequila looked at both of them with such love, but would only lay with me. He died lying on the floor next to me, his paws wrapped around my hand, his face inches from mine. His lime green eyes drank me in as I cried and told him over and over again how much we loved him. Then he was gone. Three months and three days after Taco. How would we ever cope with the silence? The well of grief overflowed. They’d been with us for 17 and 18 years.

We couldn’t fathom getting new babies. No one could ever replace our Taco and Tequila, they were too special, their personalities as unique as their features. But they had a different idea... On Christmas Eve; they sent a scared little stray out of the bushes in Atlanta to sit on my feet. Tango was sent from heaven by our purring guardian angels. And on January 30, 2010, we adopted Samba from a shelter. We miss Taco & Tequila, but the joy our new babies bring has brought laughter back into house. The love is strong and I know the boys are smiling with us.

Tango our Christmas present!

 

Samba; Tango's brother

 

In Loving Memory of Taco Mazurk
March 1, 1992 – September 8, 2009

John’s twitter on 09/09/09 read:

Our uniquely special, full of personality little guy is gone. The house is so empty and quiet without him. His little black body used to bullet across the floor, dancing and carrying on conversations with whomever he chased. He made us laugh, gave us unconditional love, and jump-started our days with his high energy and talkative jibber.

He drank directly from the faucet, tried to steal food from our plates, his tiny white paw slipping beneath our arms to swipe a morsel. He sat by my computer while I wrote, purring softly to keep me company and chatted through the window with Mr. Squirrel. He called his brother, Tequilla, out of the bedroom at two in the morning to wrestle, and was true to the minute as John’s morning alarm clock. 

Even the way he climbed the spiral staircase made us giggle. Up each step until he reached the third from the top, where he would stop, look around as if he expected a monster to pounce on him, then in a flash – he’d jump over the last few steps and streak across the room. There was never a dull moment with him around.

Our love for him is so great our hearts clench at the thought of never being able to hug him again. He lived a full life, accepted every adventure with panache, and enriched our lives like no one else ever will. There’s a huge hole in our hearts and a sadness that we can’t imagine will ever dissipate!

We love you, Taco and we always will. You’ll be missed for eternity. Love, Mom & Dad.

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