Chewy

Chewy left us on July 8th 2022. It was the hardest farewell I’ve ever experienced in my life.

Chewy was 15.5 years old and was fighting cancer since this Jan. He was so incredibly strong. He survived many skin problems, ear infection, eye infection, tumor removal, bloody stool towards the end, and yet he behaved as if he had no problem.

He was also such a sweetheart - When I fight with my fiancé (boyfriend at the time), he always came and sat by my side. He somehow knew which one needed more emotional support.

We sometimes wake up late to feed him in the morning - he would never bark or annoy us, he would be sending us the message by standing by his bowl quietly, and occasionally looking back at us until we noticed. When we are in the kitchen, he would show us that he is waiting for his food by coming closer and closer into the kitchen until we give him his food.

Chewy loved being with us but hated to walk on loud concrete roads, which we misunderstood at first that he just hated to go out. To help correct it, he packed himself in his bag every time we go out without him until we realized he loved to be carried around to trips, and walk on the grass field or by the beach.

I am a better version of myself because of Chewy. I still miss him so much. Waking up in the morning without him has been hard, but I see him when I go to bed every night, and he is walking happily in the grass field that I’ve never been.

Chewy, I hope you had happy life, because you brought joy and happiness to so many of us.

Thank you, we love you, and we will see you again!