Dear Chippy,
On this day last year, we met for the last time in this life. I can still remember that fateful day. You were not doing well and we sent you to the vet who told us that you had a stroke. You were hospitalised yet again and when we went to visit you in the evening, you were in a daze and didn't seem to recognise us. We kept talking to you but you didn't seem to know that we were there but slowly, you looked like you realised what was going on. We were worried that you were not eating but you picked up a few shreds of chicken from your plate and tried to eat them, even though you had no appetite. You wanted to tell us that you would be alright and we could go home without worrying about you.
We went home, hopeful that you will recover soon but in the middle of the night, I received a phone call telling me that you had passed away. I was heartbroken; that kind of feeling was unlike any emotion that I have ever felt. No amount of tears could lessen the pain of losing you.
One year on, the tears have dried but we still think about you every single day. We sit your replica upright every morning when we wake up and lay it down so that you can sleep when we go to bed. It is like you have never left us. On the 30th of every month, we would buy flowers for you. Do you like them?
Your place at home has been taken over by Peachy who is very naughty and not well-behaved like you. However, your place in our hearts can never be replaced. We miss your welcoming us when we get home with your tail-wagging and playing the bear with you. Everyone is doing well at home, you must be blessing us from where you are. We hope that you are doing well in doggie heaven too. When my time is up over here, we shall cross the rainbow bridge together. Meanwhile, take care and have fun, Chippy!
Hugs and Kisses,
Watson
