The Legacy Of Kitkat.

What can i say about kitkat? he stood about shin high, and had a pomeranian attitude. heh, what kind of dog can give you "10"? only Kitkat. What kind of dog can bark at a wall constantly though there is nothing to be barking at? Kitkat. While i was at work, it was Kitkat who kept the little one and Sora safe. When i would shuffle my feet at night, who would i feel laying on them? Kitkat. He was not just a dog, he was a member of this family, our family. he left us due to a siezure, his legacy will never die though...He has gained his wings now, and runs among bountiful fields with my chewy. Kitkat's legacy remains...its a memory one cannot let go, nor will we ever let go. though balding and smelling like a sock, he was still the best damned dog a irishman could have. I will miss him dearly, and he will NEVER be forgotten.

Kitkat,
Join the ranks of heaven, and wait for us there...We will be there soon, but not yet.

thank you,
Jeremy

Chewy, 3 Years. And I Am Finally Opening Up.

Chewy, he was my father's akita, BEUTIFUL dog. but to me, he was more of a brother. i grew up with him, since i was 6. So him and I where more of brothers, in a sense. i mean, we both grew up together.
His full name was Chewchounitsunaequwanyen, in Chinese thats "Faithful protector of children." BUT after he chewed down the back door, and the side of the couch off, we decided "CHEWY" best fit him. Thats when he was a puppy, when me and him where in-seperable. from trying to ride him like a pony, to him dragging me through the backyard in the snow by my hoodie, and me crying for my mommie, we where truely "connected"
Time goes by, life doesn't stop. I was 18, graduating from High School. Chewy was old now. his gray on his face was un-appealing to people, and they often asked my father "arn't akita's supposed to keep there tails up?". I grew angry at there ignorance, often asking back. "when your 96 are you going to do jumping jacks?" Jerks, they mocked my dog, what they saw as old i saw as wisdom. Chewy had chased squirrels, defended me from a break in. and stood by me at all times.
He finally started to go. His kidneys where giving way. One day my father woke and noticed chewy did not have long to live. He pleeded that his boss let him have the day off. but, alas, it was a no. My father clinged to chewy that day, and told him "old friend, I love you so much" When my father returned home, chewy had passed, lying dead under a bush. flies and maggots had started to form a home.
We picked him up, carried him and and cleaned him. I cried, i begged for him to open his eyes again, to hear his bark again, but he just laid there, limp.
He's buried now, in a cemetary, i visit him when i can. I really miss him.. his legacy lives on in me. and through these words i write. What is a dog? most think its just an animal. but there much more. there friends, brothers, lovers, and angels.

I love you chewy..that will never change...
I will see you again...but not yet.....not...yet.

goodbye,
and thank you for listening.
Jeremy