Dang, my favorite poochie died yesterday. Chewie and I were best friends during my teenage years. She came home as a cute little puppy and kept the same face for 10 years. 10 years is a good amount of time for a fat dog like herself. She loved to eat – she’d eat anything that’d fit in her mouth. Just two weeks ago when I was home after my grandfather died, we took Chewie out and did a little photo session. During a break in the shooting she lay down on the grass and began to gnaw on the dirt there, just like that.
She did have a great personality and she truly loved people.
I’ll definitely miss her a lot, just knowing that she’s not there, little stubby tail wagging everytime I go home…