RIP Chico…

This morning’s air was crisp yet I didn’t wear my jacket, just short sleeves and jeans with tennis shoes.  The trees have been littering the ground for a few weeks now so walking along the path by the lake, I was noisily crunching along, shovel under my arm, box clutched tightly to my chest.  Chico died last night about 10 PM.  Lori held him for a bit, then wrapped him in his blankets and put him in the box.  Earlier in the day there was a cheesecake party with all three of her daughters coming to pay their last respects.  Today is actually Taylor’s birthday but yesterday was for saying goodbye to Chico.

I walked this morning until I found the perfect spot.  The path took a wide turn and in the middle was all grass, with earth soft enough for my shovel to go in.  I dug it fairly deep for a little guy.  The thought of something digging him up makes my heart jump in my chest and my face leaks even now.  I put him in the hole, wrapped in his softest blankets and then put a heavy plastic container down over him so the dirt couldn’t touch him and make him cold.  Then I covered him as quickly as I could, stamping the earth down tight and then I walked the lake shore picking up big stones and completely covering his grave two or three stones deep.  I dare something to move them.

I brought two of the stones home with me so that his mom could have a piece of his final resting place.  I know he’s happy right now, probably full of bacon in his dreams, beside the lake, in the warm sun.  Lots of lady dogs will be walking past him on a daily basis so that should make him smile. 

The first time I met him, he tried to eat me up; then later I gave him two hot dogs and we were okay after that.  Not friendly, but okay.  I might have bitched about him but I’m a lot of bluff and bluster and my heart is breaking right now.  ImageRIP Chico.

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10 thoughts on “RIP Chico…

  1. Thanks. Almost 14 years they had him; I’ve only known him for two years. Psychotic and/or delusional perhaps but he was a part of their lives. And he was sweet when he wanted to be, or when he thought you might have bacon. 🙂

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