Yesterday was a truly sad day for me, and my little family. After spending two and a half years as a member of our family we had to say good bye to Chewy.When I adopted Chewy he was 15 years old. I fell in love with him as soon as I held the little guy in my arms. I knew he was old and wouldn't live much longer, but I knew he deserved a loving home and family to spend the rest of his life with.
Chewy had a lot of personality, no teeth, and a tongue that stuck out of his mouth, and a slew of other corky issues. Some were cute and others - not so much. In spite of it all I loved him.
He spent his days sunning him self, sleeping and cuddling with me. He slept between Scott and I for the first year, and would curl his lip and growl if Scott touched him. Scott loved to get him to do this. When Annaleese came a long we found that he liked to sneak in her room and sleep under her crib in all of her blankets. He wasn't too fond of Annaleese as she got older and more curious about him. He would bark, growl and nip at her with his toothless mouth. When he was hungry he would find me and bark and bark until I got up and fed him. It was funny to see him bark- it literally took his whole body to do it, he would bounce.
I arrived home from vacation this passed Sunday, and didn't realize he was dying until the following day. His health quickly deteriorated in just a day, and after a trip to the vet we found out his liver and kidneys were failing and that he didn't have much longer. I spent a few hours with him and finally made a decision to let him go. As hard as it was, it was the right one. He is in a better place. We told Annaleese he is with the Moon and the Stars
