He had so many names. His name was Chubbs, but more importantly, he was a little piece of heaven that brought us so many wonderful memories. He was our little dog that could defuse the worst day with his presence, and sooth our worries with a lick.
He accompanied me everywhere I went and was my wingman on those long trips to anywhere. Knowing he was there brought me extra confidence that everything was going to be alright. He lusted after the best things in life that were so simple. Delicious food, peeing on anything within reach, and being with his dad.
He had the cutest small frame with a puffy chest and large eyes that always seemed to follow me wherever I went. He loved when I held him and showed him the world. There will always be a seat for him in my car. Chubbs was also always so content to sit in one place as long as I was with him. He was the most easy-going dog. Every day he would be so happy to see me even when I was only gone for an hour. He placed me in a category above anything else.
Almost 2 years into our lives together, God called Chubbs home. I don’t understand it, but wish I could have had many more years with him. I can only thank God for giving me any time with him at all. I can’t help feel this tremendous loss deep within the area in my heart that I keep all sacred things. The tears fall like raindrops from the ocean of sorrow that pours from my heart. I continue to look around for him as a reflex that only brings me pain when I realize he’s not there. I still talk to him in hopes that he can calm the war in my soul that threatens to give up the fight of life.
If you have never known Chubbs, know that God gave a wonderful gift to someone so undeserving. Life after Chubbs will be less sweet, less brilliant, and almost unbearable. I was the sailboat and Chubbs was the wind to keep me going. Now I sit crouched in a dark corner while my tiny guiding light has burnt out.
Chubbs, I will never forget you. I will always love you for what you are- my tiny savior.
Rest in Peace, my little boy.