For fifteen years, met at the door by my dog, Chewy. His bubbly personality, always happy to see me, ready for head scratches and belly rubs. Stalking me from room to room, but sometimes would get bored and look for another family member to track. If one of us were out, pacing and whining until all his humans were safely back home. But this last week, no more.
Unfortunately, old age caught up with Chewy quite quickly over the last six months or so. He became blinded by cataracts, slowed by arthritis attacking his joints, and quite possibly some type of neurological distress, all which contributed to hacking away at the lively little Lhasa Apso we’d all come to love and adore.
The heart-wrenching decision was made and Chewy was sent on his way to that “better place” where he will no longer suffer from his ailments. My family is broken, feeling this loss deeply. Fond memories bring tears. A lot of tears. We each experience the emptiness in different ways, we hug and console each other as best we can.
I think the time of day where I most miss my little buddy is at night. Chewy seemed to know when it was getting close to my bedtime and begin to give me “that look”. I’d ask if he was ready for bed, Chewy would jump down from the couch and walk towards the bedroom. Some nights he would jump up on the bed and wait for his blanket to be placed just right in his spot near my feet. Other nights when he wanted to snuggle close, he would burrow himself in beside me and drift off, all the while giving off enough body heat to take the chill off a large building.
I miss that little bed hog. More than I ever thought possible. Chewy was more than just a dog. He was an integral part of the family. The one constant we call could count on, giving unconditional love and support, no matter what the situation. A nudge, a kiss, a paw…exactly what was needed, exactly when needed.
No one else will ever fill this hole left in my heart. It’s your spot, Chewy. You will always be with me.