It still doesn’t feel real. The house is too quiet. The couch where Chooch used to stretch out like he owned the place sits a little too empty. And CiCi… sweet CiCi has been going room to room looking for her big brother. It’s heartbreaking to watch. She doesn’t understand where he went. Sometimes, neither do I.
Chooch wasn’t supposed to leave me this way. I always imagined he’d grow old with me, maybe slowing down but still wagging that tail, still giving me his goofy grins. But maybe—just maybe—he didn’t want me to see him in pain. Maybe he wanted to leave me with the good memories: the pizza crust Fridays, the silly costumes, the nose boops, and the way he’d comfort me after a bad day without ever saying a word.
Losing Chooch has been the hardest thing I’ve ever gone through. He was more than a dog—he was family, best friend, therapist, comedian, protector… legend. It’s strange how one little soul with four paws and a wagging tail can leave such a massive hole in your heart. But that’s the thing about legends—they don’t fade. They live on in every memory, every smile, every person he touched.
And wow, did Chooch touch a lot of lives.
I’ve seen all of your videos, your tags, the art, the tributes, and the pizza crusts raised in his honor. You all made this week bearable. You reminded me that King Chooch wasn’t just my dog. He belonged to all of us. Every one of you who laughed at his antics, who sent kind words, who cried with me—you’re part of this journey. Thank you. I genuinely don’t know how I’d be getting through this without your support.
I saw that this Friday is going to be International Pizza Crust Friday in Chooch’s honor. I don’t think I’ve cried and smiled at the same time like that before. He’d be so proud. Honestly, I can see him now—head tilted, tail wagging, waiting for someone to drop their crust. He loved those more than anything. I think we’re going to celebrate big this Friday, with extra slices and extra love.
Because legends never die.
Chooch lives on in all of us. In the memories, the stories, and yes, even in the crusts we save for him. I miss him more than words can say. But I know his spirit is still with us, running freely, pain-free, probably chasing a squirrel or two and waiting for someone to share their lunch.
So here’s to Chooch. To the joy he brought, the love he gave, and the legacy he leaves behind.
Much love to you all. Let’s make this Friday one he’d be proud of. 🍕🐾❤️
