Goodbye Old Pal

Chet left us today.

He’d been a part of our family since a fateful Thanksgiving Sunday in 2003 when we picked him up at the side of our cottage road. We never knew why he was left, or why he was never looked for, but we loved him from the get-go.

I mean, who could resist this face?

Those eyes:

Or his singing:

But he was more than just his good looks. Not only did he love exercising (I’ve walked him twice a day almost every day for the last 9 years, 4 months and 16 days…I’m not really sure what I’m going to do tomorrow morning.)

But he helped me garden,

Loved to swim…or at least wear his floaty:

Oh, and he was always up for a car ride:

And he had a great sense of humour:

He’d occassionally get into a spot of trouble, but really maybe he just thought he was helping with the shredding:

He was good with change too, I mean, not only did he accept us as his adoptive family, but he didn’t miss a step when we added first one sister:

And then a second sister:

He couldn’t have asked for a better last winter, he loved every minute of every snowfall, spending (it seemed) more time outside than in.

Goodbye sweet buddy.

We’re all going to miss you so much.