Chewey

by Bonnie
(Niagara WI)

My husband and I searched a long, long time to find the perfect Yorki-Pom (we call them Porkies). We purchased Chewey from a fantastic breeder in Texas. She was very patient, kind and helpful. We had Chewey 3 years. He was the sparkle in my eye. Personality like I've never seen before. When he wanted to go outside he would do the "moondance" - yes, just like Michael Jackson, scooting backwards. We did not cut his tail and he had a gorgeous tail. Everywhere we went, everybody loved Chewey. In August of the third year my husband mentioned he thought Chewey was blind. Sure enough, he use to catch popcorn mid air. I threw the popcorn and he had no clue where it was. When we took him to the vet blood tests were done. The tests came back and it was determined Chewey had either a very bad infection or cancer. Luck was not on Chewey's side that day; we took him to a specialist and he indeed had lymphoma sarcoma. We could not avoid it; we had to put him to sleep. My husband and I were on one side of the table. Chewey and the vet on the other. Chewey turned around as if to say "what's going on?" I moved over and cupped his little head in my hands. He vet injected him and his little head rested in my hands. It was over. We buried him in our backyard in a very special casket with is favorite toy. It was the worst experience I have ever had. A day doesn't go by I don't recall me coming home and him meeting me at the door after a difficult day at work. It was instant joy. Or that moonwalk. We put a marker on his grave that said "So much joy; so little time". We miss him tremendously. The best little guy we ever had.