With a broken heart I share the news of Chester’s passing.
My Little Chesterman came to us in 2010, at the age of 4, from WiN. Little, bedraggled, half-hairless Chester stole my heart instantly. We had gone only to meet him at his Foster Mom’s, wanting to see if he and WileE (our Irish Wolf Hound) would get along. One look into those eyes and he came home with us that very day.
My Little White Shadow was always at my side, keeping me company, especially these last few, extremely difficult years. There were days, dark days early on, when he was the only reason I got out of bed. He always knew when I was feeling alone and sad, and he’d come over to me, put his chin on my knee, look up at me with those soulful eyes, and I could feel his unconditional love. When I cried, he’d snuggle up to me and lick my hand, then he’d skootch impossibly closer and lick the tear tracks on my cheeks to comfort me.
He was the truest of companions; with his “helicopter tail”; love/hate relationship with his “Baby”(chipmunk stuffie); love of snuggling, but definitely on his terms; love of booty scratches; loathing of squirrels, chipmunks, birds, planes, Dobermans, German Shepherds, Boxers (man he hated Boxers), men in hoodies (hood up only), birds squirrels and chipmunks are worth repeating; his need to maintain a “no fly zone” over his house; his lunge-kisses; his bedtime routine of wrassling followed by snuggling followed by hogging the bed followed by growling at me if I infringed on his two-thirds of said bed; love of car rides; his slow-mo hand licks (he’d stop, mid-lick, as if he ran out of energy, then finish the kiss); morning inspection of our apartment, literally a circuit to make sure all was as he left it; he had so many funny, stubborn, lovable quirks. He was very, very special and I was lucky he was mine. I can’t imagine my life without him.
As I’ve said to him every day for 9 years, and for the last time yesterday, “Mummy loves you, see you soon”.
Rest in peace My Little Love.