With an extremely heavy heart, I bid Chester goodbye today.
When I first brought Chester home, he was evidently different. He was about 4 weeks' old and unlike most puppies his age, Chester was very calm.
He had no interest in Shelty and was pretty much satisfied wandering around the brother's room. When I let them out, unlike Nova who was chasing after Shelty's tail, Chester took each step with extreme caution and carefully explored every corner.
He was so, so small and gentle. Even though he was afraid, he let me pick him up and he let me comfort him in my arms. As I stroked him, I told him: You're a gem, Chester, you really are. And I hope you know that because you deserve so much more.
I was really sorry when I sent him away - sorry because I couldn't give him a home, sorry because I wish I could've given him more.
When I received news of his condition (right from the initial stages), I didn't think much about it. Not because I didn't care but because I honestly didn't see Chester as a sickly pup, fighting to live another day. Instead, I often imagined him running freely in a huge backyard and playing fetch with his new family. That's how I saw him.
As his condition worsened, and as I learned about the Law of Attraction, I focused all my thoughts on seeing Chester as a handsome, healthy fellow because that's how I wanted him to be.
Of course, there is only so much I can do.
I don't know how his other fosterers felt but I know Chester was a really charming friend. He'd allow me to cuddle him, to carry him for as long as I liked. He'd fall asleep on my lap and I'd ease him when he sometimes jerk awake. He often wheezed in his sleep (a symptom of canine distemper) and I'd pat him lightly, thinking to myself how I'll always be there for him.
My encounter with Chester was short. I had just 2 days with him but I know for sure he left nothing but great memories for me.
I followed his fight against distemper on SOSD's FaceBook page and this little fellow put up one hell of a fight. He was so brave and so strong right till the end.
Thank you to his fosterer who adopted him last night. It is definitely the best gift to Chester who's been searching for a home. Even though it was a short one hour, one hour is pretty much sufficient.
It is sometimes so difficult to say goodbye to someone, anyone who has brought a great deal of happiness to my life.
Chester shared a part of his life with me and I'm very honoured. I believe the day we rescued Nova and Chester was the day their lives would change for the better. And it did.
They were loved and taken care of right till the end. They were not alone on the day they were cremated. Many people walked the path with them and held them close to their hearts, constantly praying for them and I know both Nova and Chester couldn't have asked for more (though we wish we could have given them more).
Bidding Chester a final goodbye as he enters his forever home.
Always remembered, baby Chester
When I first brought Chester home, he was evidently different. He was about 4 weeks' old and unlike most puppies his age, Chester was very calm.
He had no interest in Shelty and was pretty much satisfied wandering around the brother's room. When I let them out, unlike Nova who was chasing after Shelty's tail, Chester took each step with extreme caution and carefully explored every corner.
He was so, so small and gentle. Even though he was afraid, he let me pick him up and he let me comfort him in my arms. As I stroked him, I told him: You're a gem, Chester, you really are. And I hope you know that because you deserve so much more.
I was really sorry when I sent him away - sorry because I couldn't give him a home, sorry because I wish I could've given him more.
When I received news of his condition (right from the initial stages), I didn't think much about it. Not because I didn't care but because I honestly didn't see Chester as a sickly pup, fighting to live another day. Instead, I often imagined him running freely in a huge backyard and playing fetch with his new family. That's how I saw him.
As his condition worsened, and as I learned about the Law of Attraction, I focused all my thoughts on seeing Chester as a handsome, healthy fellow because that's how I wanted him to be.
Of course, there is only so much I can do.
I don't know how his other fosterers felt but I know Chester was a really charming friend. He'd allow me to cuddle him, to carry him for as long as I liked. He'd fall asleep on my lap and I'd ease him when he sometimes jerk awake. He often wheezed in his sleep (a symptom of canine distemper) and I'd pat him lightly, thinking to myself how I'll always be there for him.
My encounter with Chester was short. I had just 2 days with him but I know for sure he left nothing but great memories for me.
I followed his fight against distemper on SOSD's FaceBook page and this little fellow put up one hell of a fight. He was so brave and so strong right till the end.
Thank you to his fosterer who adopted him last night. It is definitely the best gift to Chester who's been searching for a home. Even though it was a short one hour, one hour is pretty much sufficient.
It is sometimes so difficult to say goodbye to someone, anyone who has brought a great deal of happiness to my life.
Chester shared a part of his life with me and I'm very honoured. I believe the day we rescued Nova and Chester was the day their lives would change for the better. And it did.
They were loved and taken care of right till the end. They were not alone on the day they were cremated. Many people walked the path with them and held them close to their hearts, constantly praying for them and I know both Nova and Chester couldn't have asked for more (though we wish we could have given them more).
Bidding Chester a final goodbye as he enters his forever home.
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