Pizza Crust Friday wasn’t just a silly tradition. It was a weekly celebration of joy, simplicity, and the bond between a man and his dog. Every Friday, without fail, Chooch would get the last bite—the crust—because that’s just how it was. That crust became a symbol of love, routine, and shared happiness. And now, even though Chooch is gone, Pizza Crust Friday lives on.
Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, to everyone who has sent videos, tagged me, and kept this tradition alive. Seeing your dogs getting their own little slices of joy each week means the world to me. It helps carry me through the pain of losing Chooch.
Chooch wasn’t just a dog. He was my best friend, my shadow, my therapist, my clown. No matter how rough or stressful my day was, the second I saw him—tail wagging, eyes wide with love—it all disappeared. He had that magic. The ability to make people laugh, to bring a smile to a stranger’s face, to bring comfort without saying a word. His presence was a gift I never took for granted.
Losing him has been the hardest thing I’ve ever gone through. The silence in the house. The empty bed. The missing rituals—like our Pizza Crust Fridays. It’s a pain that runs deep and lingers in every part of my day. I would give anything—anything—for just one more day. One more walk. One more slice. One more time to look into his eyes and tell him what a good boy he is.
But even in this grief, I feel surrounded by love. Your messages, your photos, your kind words—they mean everything to me. I’ve realized that Chooch touched more lives than I ever imagined. He wasn’t just my dog; he became our dog, and I’m honored that so many of you feel a connection to him too.
I know I gave Chooch a good life, but I can’t help but think of the things I would’ve done differently if I’d known our time was short. More beach days. More car rides. More lazy mornings. But that’s the cruel thing about love—you never feel like you had enough time.
Still, I hold on to the comfort that he knew he was loved every single day. And through all your tributes, I know his spirit lives on.
So here’s to Chooch. To Pizza Crust Fridays. To the laughs, the memories, and the unconditional love. Let’s keep the tradition alive, not just for him—but for all the pets who remind us what it means to love fully and without reservation.
Thank you again. From me and from Chooch. ❤️
