Chipper Has Gone To Heaven Today.

I hurt so much right now that I don’t even know how to write this post. This day has been coming for quite a while now, as Bobby and I have watched Chipper getting older and his health deteriorating.
He had gotten to the point where he slept most of of the time, and occasionally had small seizures, or shaky episodes where he couldn’t balance to walk. He has been blind and deaf for about a year, so we had to watch him when he was outside in the yard to do his chores, because he could wander out into the road, not knowing where he was going.
Lately, he has been crying, especially at nite and we had starting giving him a little bit of pain medication to help him sleep better.
Even though I knew this day would come, it was still such a hard thing to do, and I am thankful that Bobby was there to help me get through this.

Here is Chipper in his younger years, playing with one of his toys. Chipper loved toys, especially ones that wiggled or talked to him.

 

Thank you everyone, for the prayers, hugs and well wishes.
It is hard for me to even remember life without Chipper being in it.
We have had him since he was a tiny little pup, and had his mother as well.
When he was old enough to be weaned, he would sleep just under my chin at night, because he was so tiny. I was afraid I might roll on him accidentally, but I wanted him close to me where he could keep warm.
All of his life, he slept next to me in bed, and when I lived in Idaho, I took him along with me in the pickup whenever i went anywhere. He rode/perched on the back of my neck, so Bobby called him the “percher-on” (Percheron ), and Chipper loved going along.
I bought one of those little doggie car seats, and he would sit up beside me in his car seat and watch everything as we drove somewhere.
When we had the restaurant, I had a baby playpen just inside the door, and people would always stop to pet Chipper when they came in for dinner. He had such a fan club that we almost had to rename the restaurant to “Chipper’s Place”.
Everyone loved the little fellow, all six lbs. of him.
I called him my Fuzzy Kid, and teased Robin that she was not the family baby anymore, Chipper was. I know that there was only one Chipper in this world, and I am grateful to God for the time that he was part of our family.

 

Thank you, @Joe Riley . Actually, I had named him “Chipmunk” because he was such a teen-tiny little thing when he was a puppy, and that soon became “Chipper”, which definitely did fit his personality perfectly.

 

I know, all too well, how you feel, Yvonne. The loss of a pet, particularly one who has been with you for a long time, is not so much different than the loss of a family member.