Today isn’t just another day—it’s one filled with emotions, memories, and a little bit of courage. I’m heading out to get a portrait tattoo of my soul dog, my best friend, my King Chooch. He passed away just a few weeks ago, and not a moment has gone by where I haven’t felt his presence missing.
Chooch wasn’t just a pet. He was family. He was the one who greeted me every morning with bright eyes and endless love, the one who knew when I was down and laid his head on my lap like he was saying, “I got you.” For years, he was my shadow, my protector, my comfort, and my reason to smile. Losing him has left a space in my heart that nothing else could ever fill.
That’s why this tattoo matters so much. It’s more than just ink on my skin—it’s a forever tribute. A way to carry him with me, wherever I go. Every line and shade will tell a story: the loyalty in his eyes, the softness in his face, and the strength in his spirit.
Walking into the tattoo shop, I feel nervous, but also proud. This isn’t about the pain of the needle; it’s about honoring the love of a lifetime. As the artist starts working, memories of Chooch flood back—our long walks, his goofy playfulness, the quiet moments where it felt like he understood everything without a word.
When it’s done, I’ll have more than a tattoo. I’ll have Chooch etched into my skin and my heart forever. He may no longer be here physically, but King Chooch will always be with me—in every step I take, every story I tell, and now, in a piece of art that symbolizes the bond we shared.
This one’s for you, buddy. Forever my King.
