Chewy’s last year was testament to the way life works and to the fact that it eventually comes full circle. No one is exempt.
He had various maladies and he had great vets. One thing that really cramped his style was arthritis. Someone told us about a holistic vet in Los Gatos who did acupuncture treatments. Our attitude was, “it can’t hoit” so on January 16, 2016, we took him. As it happened, after the last needle was pulled, we immediately made the tree-hour drive to visit family in the Sierra foothills — not too far from where he was born.
When we got there, we took him to a dog park. To our delighted surprise, he was running and chasing balls like a four-year-old. As we stared at him in amazement, we realized that the is no such thing as a placebo effect in dogs. The acupuncture worked. He was a bounding boy, full of joy.
January 16, 2016. “I’m young again!”
Still, it was not meant to last forever. Between April and May, age caught up with him. This, that, and the other thing. In April we took him to the Sonoma coast and made the final Christmas card picture.
On the morning of May 27, 2016, he looked at me and told me he wanted to move on.
And so he did.
April 23, 2016. Like his humans, one of his favorite things to do was to look out to sea and contemplate the horizon. An old sea dog.
PS: One more Chewy post to go. I always like to leave ’em laughin’.