Some days hit harder than others. Today is one of those days. I was walking through the neighborhood and caught myself looking over my shoulder, half expecting to see King Chooch trotting beside me like he always did—tail wagging, tongue out, and ears perked up with excitement. But of course, he wasn’t there. And the silence felt louder than anything.
King Chooch wasn’t just a dog—he was my best friend, my shadow, my little guardian. We had a routine, rain or shine. Every evening, without fail, we’d take that same walk through the neighborhood. He knew every scent, every tree, every stop where he might score a treat or a pat from a familiar neighbor. And he always walked with such pride, like he was royalty surveying his kingdom. That’s why we called him King Chooch.
Now, I’d give anything for just one more walk. One more chance to feel that leash in my hand, to watch him chase a squirrel or pause at the corner like he always did, deciding whether to turn left or right. One more time to hear his paws click against the pavement and see that goofy smile when he looked up at me.
If you’re lucky enough to still have your dog by your side, don’t take it for granted. Make that extra time. Take the long route. Give the belly rub. Let them sniff that same spot for the hundredth time. Because one day, you’ll wish more than anything to have that moment back.
Boy, do I miss him. And I always will. But the love he gave—pure, loyal, and constant—will never leave me. Rest easy, King Chooch. You ruled my heart, and you always will.
