“HAVING TO SAY GOODBYE TO A FAMILY PET IS HEARTBREAKING”

“SAYING GOODBYE TO CHEWIE”

Watching the Food Network with Chewie

Having to say goodbye to a family pet is heartbreaking and depressing. Sadly, our beloved “Chewie,” crossed over to the other side and we all miss him terribly. Chewie was, and always will be . . . “FAMILY!” 

In 2011, my daughter adopted Chewie, from his previous owner who, well, let’s just say, should have never been allowed to have a pet. He was already 5 years old and set in his ways, which were definitely not conducive, to living with a large family that included little children. However, my daughter had hope and remained positive that she would be able to correct that issue.

Well, for the most part, she was right. The effort was tough and sometimes, very frustrating, but after awhile, he slowly, showed signs that what we were doing was working. She had saved his life and together, we showed Chewie what a real family was and how much love we had to give and share.

“Chewie” was a Yorkie, and by God, had every trait that is unique to Yorkie’s. Chewie was born on October 26, 2006 and his given name, the one his previous owner registered him as was; “Chewseph A. Banks Esq.” He was affectionately (well from us anyway), called “Chewie.” The name fit him perfectly.

Over the years, we all developed a personal relationship with him, and eventually, he became extremely attached to my grandchildren. He was super protective of them, as if he was their bodyguard. My other two daughters had a “love-hate” relationship with him. You see, “Chewie” had unintentionally, bit, well, nipped, them both, because he had such bad “separation anxiety,” every time someone left. He never aggressively attacked anyone, but his separation anxiety was an issue we had to deal with front and center, Eventually, he began to realize that we were not going to abandon him or lock him in a crate all day.

Soon, he was greeting us at the door, tail wagging, jumping up and down, like a rubber ball, all while spinning in circles. He followed us everywhere we went and would jump in our laps or lay down with us every chance he could. He swam in the pool with the kids, and went for walks with us in the woods. He also became my wife’s bff and was like her shadow.

The time came for us to say goodbye to Chewie after a blood-clot traveled to his heart, which compromised his nervous system, which caused him to lose the use of his legs. There was not a dry eye in the house as we said our goodbyes and as I write this, my eyes are presently, tearing, up.  One of the toughest things to watch was my 7 year old granddaughter, as she said goodbye and gave him a kiss and told him how much she loved him. Then she started sobbing, which, of course, made all of us start balling. It was not a pretty sight, but sadly, a part of life.

I miss that  adorable, albeit crazy, little pain in the butt, and I think about him every day. There are certain times I expect him to be there, and he’s not. Like everyone else in the family, there are times I call his name out, only to remember that he is no longer with us. We cut off a lock of his hair before he left us, to remember him by and my daughter has his ashes, in a beautiful, box.

“Chewie,” you will forever be in our hearts and minds, and we miss you so much. Be at peace my friend and run free and be happy!

Chewie

 

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