No matter how much time passes, Chooch, you’ll always be my number one. You weren’t just a dog—you were my shadow, my best friend, my heartbeat at my feet. From the very first day I brought you home, you made it clear that you were special. The way you looked at me with those big, loyal eyes told me everything I needed to know: you were mine, and I was yours.
You had a way of knowing exactly what I needed, even when I didn’t say a word. If I was sad, you’d rest your head on my lap. If I laughed, you’d jump up, wagging your tail, ready to share in the joy. You were always there, tail wagging, eyes sparkling, waiting at the door whenever I came home, as if every single return was the best moment of your day.
Even as you got older and your steps slowed, your spirit never changed. You still gave your all—still tried to play, still watched over me like you always had. And in those quiet moments when you curled up beside me, I often thought about how lucky I was to have a friend like you. A once-in-a-lifetime kind of love.
Losing you was one of the hardest things I’ve ever gone through. The house feels quieter now, the corners where you used to nap are just empty spaces. But the memories—oh, the memories—they’re loud and full of life. I still hear your paws tapping the floor, your bark at the mailman, and the way you snored when you slept.
Chooch, thank you for every single moment, for the unconditional love, for being my loyal companion through thick and thin. No other dog will ever take your place. You weren’t just a dog—you were my dog. My number one. Always.
Run free, buddy. Until we meet again. ❤️
