Chewy’s journey
Yesterday was the end of a very long run for a sweet little terrier that we brought up from Texas. Chewy came up in April and shortly after developed what we thought was a cold. It was an upper respiratory infection that quickly developed into pneumonia. We were not sure that he would make it. However, (and I say this a lot) once a dog is ours it does not matter what the dog is, it is going to get treated.
And so $5100 later and with three hospital stays under his belt, Chewy was adopted. Cynthia and Joe had lost their 11 year old dog to cancer recently and were feeling lost. They saw Chewy and that was it.
Since Chewy became ill, he lived upstairs in my home, (much to the dismay of my bulldog Peter) and as such became more a piece of the fabric of our lives. He squeaked his little squeak and sat up like a gopher every time someone came up the stairs, in order to peer out of his crate. He squealed with excitement each time that Butter, Lu and Pete raced down the hallway in response to, “Who wants a cookie?” (This was to bait them into my bedroom in order to feed Chewy).
Chewy reveled in the toys, especially the ones that squeak like small rodents. Before my peach tree fell in a storm, Chewy loved picking up the fallen peaches and carried them to a small hole where he placed all of his “valuables”. Chewy preferred to be fed in my dining room and by hand from a plate. Try and alter any of that and he would prance away, uninterested.
Chewy is a delight and an example of how a little dog left on the street to fend for himself, covered in ticks and ill, can survive and thrive. We adore this little guy and because of that were able to watch him leave with Joe and Cindy knowing that that little bundle is big enough to heal their broken hearts.
