Chewy, he was my father's akita, BEUTIFUL dog. but to me, he was more of a brother. i grew up with him, since i was 6. So him and I where more of brothers, in a sense. i mean, we both grew up together.
His full name was Chewchounitsunaequwanyen, in Chinese thats "Faithful protector of children." BUT after he chewed down the back door, and the side of the couch off, we decided "CHEWY" best fit him. Thats when he was a puppy, when me and him where in-seperable. from trying to ride him like a pony, to him dragging me through the backyard in the snow by my hoodie, and me crying for my mommie, we where truely "connected"
Time goes by, life doesn't stop. I was 18, graduating from High School. Chewy was old now. his gray on his face was un-appealing to people, and they often asked my father "arn't akita's supposed to keep there tails up?". I grew angry at there ignorance, often asking back. "when your 96 are you going to do jumping jacks?" Jerks, they mocked my dog, what they saw as old i saw as wisdom. Chewy had chased squirrels, defended me from a break in. and stood by me at all times.
He finally started to go. His kidneys where giving way. One day my father woke and noticed chewy did not have long to live. He pleeded that his boss let him have the day off. but, alas, it was a no. My father clinged to chewy that day, and told him "old friend, I love you so much" When my father returned home, chewy had passed, lying dead under a bush. flies and maggots had started to form a home.
We picked him up, carried him and and cleaned him. I cried, i begged for him to open his eyes again, to hear his bark again, but he just laid there, limp.
He's buried now, in a cemetary, i visit him when i can. I really miss him.. his legacy lives on in me. and through these words i write. What is a dog? most think its just an animal. but there much more. there friends, brothers, lovers, and angels.

I love you chewy..that will never change...
I will see you again...but not yet.....not...yet.

goodbye,
and thank you for listening.
Jeremy

Jeremy,
That is beatiful, what you wrote.The love shines through so purely. Chewey was, and is, so much more than "a dog". He's a precious soul.
Thanks for sharing,
Kathy

WoW!!!!
I totally know how you feel. I think I can relate you you more than anybody else...so far. My Pox was the same to me. She was MY dog, my sister, my best friend, I was her mommy ...we were everything to eachother. It was very hard for me to see her get old. I remember how people used to admire her so. Then one day we went somewhere (she went evrywhere with me) and somebody said "she looks tired". I was sooo mad. I wanted to slap that girl. What a thing to say.
It is so hard to lose somebody that you grew up with. It is like they are a part of us. But just think...your little man is young and energetic and waiting for you. It is good that you have found a place where you can open up and share your feelings. I don't know what I would do had I not found this site. I feel that I have to share my feelings with people that understand and care. It helps me understand and gives me peace. Keep sharing and these people will keep caring.

That was so truley sweet! youre Best friends Chewy sounds adorable and loving!
Thanks for sharing that it was Lovely to read about youre precious Chewy!
Jaymie x