This morning we said good-bye to Chase, our best friend and constant companion.
He knew the word for cookie in four languages, and the word for come in exactly none. (Unless, of course, there were cookies involved, in which case he understood perfectly.)
He loved water, pizza crusts, long walks, naps in the sun, ear scratches and his stuffed bear.
And us. More than anything, he loved us.
For nine and a half years, he was my friend and my family. The world was a better place because he was in it, and my days will be just a bit darker now that he’s gone.
Sleep well, Chase. You’re such a good boy.