There are some souls that come into our lives and leave a mark so deep, it stays with us forever. For me, that soul was Chooch—my sweet, silly, joyful boy. I still can’t bring myself to delete a single photo or video of him. In fact, I find myself reposting them over and over again, not just to remember, but to celebrate the vibrant life he lived.
Every time I hit “share,” it’s because I want the world to see what I saw in him. The way his tail would wag like crazy when he saw me walk through the door. The way he would tilt his head when I spoke to him, like he was trying to understand every word. His goofy run, his little hops, his happy barks—they all told the story of a dog who lived his life with love and joy in his heart.
Chooch was always my puppy, no matter how old he got. Even as the years passed and his muzzle turned gray, his spirit never changed. He still chased after toys like a pup. He still gave kisses like he had just met you and couldn’t believe his luck. Age never dulled the spark in his eyes. He was always my little boy—my Choochie.
I don’t think the missing ever really stops. There’s a space in the house that feels quieter now. A spot on the couch that still feels like it belongs to him. Sometimes I swear I hear his paws padding across the floor, just for a second.
But the videos, the memories—they keep him alive. They remind me that he lived fully, and he was deeply loved. That’s why I’ll never stop sharing them. It’s not just nostalgia. It’s a tribute.
So here’s to you, Chooch. For being the best friend, the sweetest face, the happiest tail. You gave me years of unconditional love and unforgettable memories. I’ll keep reposting you, reliving those moments, and smiling through the tears.
Miss you always, Choochie boy. You’ll always be my puppy.
