There are some memories that live forever in your heart, and every time they surface, they hit you with a wave of love and longing. For me, it’s the memory of Chooch racing around the house, his paws skidding on the floor as he made sharp turns, his eyes wide with joy, and his tail wagging like a little propeller. We used to call it his “zoomie hour,” and no matter what was going on in life, it always made me stop, smile, and laugh until my cheeks hurt.
Chooch didn’t need a reason for his bursts of energy. One moment he’d be curled up like an angel, the next he’d shoot off the couch and dash from room to room like his life depended on it. I can still hear the sound of his little paws tapping against the floor, the playful huffs of breath as he ran circles, and the way he’d stop just long enough to glance at me as if to say, Are you watching me? Oh, I was watching, and I was soaking up every second of it.
Looking back now, those zoomies feel like magic. They were more than just a silly dog running around—they were moments of pure joy, unfiltered and genuine. In those times, there was nothing else in the world that mattered. Just Chooch, me, and the happiness that filled the room.
If I could trade anything, I’d give the world just to see him do it again. To watch him run wild, carefree, and full of life. Memories like these are bittersweet—they make you smile, but they also tug at your heart. Still, I wouldn’t trade them for anything, because they remind me of how deeply I loved, and how much Chooch filled my life with light.
Forever in my heart, my zoomie boy. 💙
