Chum

Chum was originally an SPCA dog -- I had gone to look for a pup and saw this wonderful old man sitting there. He was 4 or 5 at the time; just a little bit of grey. The people who run the animal shelter knew he had no chance of being adopted, him being that old -- but they just couldn't bring themselves to put down such a nice, well-mannered dog. The dogcatcher had brought him in from a seaside "summer" town not too far from my home. Evidently the people had packed up and went home at the end of the summer, leaving this great old boy behind to fend for himself!!

I saw him sitting in his kennel at the Pound and my heart was his instantly. I think he felt the same (Hey, I opened the kennel door and took him home -- how else is he gonna feel!?) The other "young pups" were all jumping around and making a lot of noise -- he was so dignified. (Besides, my home was also owned by a cat and Chum was the only dog ignoring the cats running around the Shelter.)

We went home and he never left my side for the next 11 years. We even went on vacation together. He was my best friend, and I know he could read my mind. He always knew just what to do and exactly when I needed a nudge or a kiss or a cuddle. He filled my life with so much happiness and loyalty. I was given a 3 month old Samoyd along the way -- Chum never once got jealous -- he took that pup under his "wing"(?) and taught him everything he knew. (Which was substantial!!)

His favourite thing to do was just to be with me; we didn't have to do anything. He just loved to have me talk to him...as long as even just my foot was resting on his side, he was happy. As hard as sending him off was for me to do, I realize it was the right thing for Chum. I just thank the "Higher Power" that I found the strength to do what was best for Chum -- and let my selfishness stay out of it.

I miss you Tummer-Doo.