Happy Tails

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March 23, 2017

Yesterday my best friend in life passed away. His name was Chu. He was a few months shy of 17 years old, which is very old for a German Shepherd.

I got him from the THS, July 2003. He had already been adopted and returned because he had chewed through his crate and exhibited destructive behaviour. He was emaciated and traumatized. When all the other dogs barked as people came through to view the dogs, he lay down, silently, at the back of his kennel. My roommate and I decided that he was the one.

For the first six months, after bringing him home, he would hide under tables and in corners. He was afraid of everything. He also chewed through everything – doors were no barrier as he’d chew right through them; hence his name, Chu. We loved him so much and because of the loving and nurturing environment we provided, the destruction ceased and he came out of his shell. He eventually became so extroverted and loved parties, other dogs, people and being the centre of attention. He became the dog he was always meant to be.

We moved several times and he always adjusted quickly. He had three major health scares and massive surgeries. He overcame everything. Chu was a survivor and he took that spirit to live 17 incredible years. In the end, his arthritis took over and his legs were giving out. His age got the best of him.

He was such a perfect guy and he made us, my roommate and I, become better people. We all grew together. The void of him not being with me is excruciating. The last few years of his life I was / am lucky enough to work from home. So, we were together all the time. I could never have asked for a more perfect best friend. I will always adopt and not shop because had I not, I would have missed out on the love of my life. He gave me the best 14 years that I ever could have imagined.