Dec. 11 1989 —– April 20 2000
Silky Terrier
I started this post writing everything that was physically
wrong with Chelsie my Silky Terrier who passed away on 4/20/00.
But after reading it I decided I was not going to do that to her or to me
instead I’m going to reflect on our times together.
I was hysterical for days after Chelsie died – but now I have come
to the point where of course I still miss her terribly but now I can reflect
on all our good times. I can almost see her smiling at me now as I think of
our days driving to WVA a six hours drive one way and she would sit there
and just stare at my husband; she wouldn’t take a nap she just stared at him.
I remember four wheeling thru the woods in WVA she loved the fourwheeler,
and would literally scream if we didn’t take her with us.
She used to love when company came to visit she would carry her
dinner plate over to our company and drop it right on their foot,
indicating that we starve her! I remember one day we didn’t get home in
time for her walk and she surprised me with a present in the shower stall.
Of course how could I fault her – she did her best and in my opinion
she couldn’t have found a more perfect spot!
I am a breast cancer survivor – Chelsie was hit by a car on the same
day I came home from the hospital after my surgery.
After we brought her home from the vet’s even with her own pain,
Chelsie put that aside to check my comfort zone.
She was by my side while I recovered by my surgery and
also when I went thru the chemo and was sick on my knees.
The best memories are when friends would come up to me and
bring up something that Chelsie did for example when she reached
into my girlfriends pocketbook and stole her lifesavers.
Or she slept with one of my friends because she thought Debbie was sick,
when in fact it was just a fight with a Kaluha bottle where Debbie lost
the battle and was sleeping it off.
And the “ankle-biting” she used to prevent you from walking out the door
didn’t matter who you were you can come in but you could never leave…
she would grab your ankles to keep you from leaving.
Another girlfriend and I decided to go to the river and take our
dogs for a walk… Chelsie didn’t do so well walking before her hip
started giving her problems. I carried her five miles – I have never been
pregnant before; I carried Chelsie in the front of my coat all 13 lbs of her,
believe me now I know what it’s like to carry a load in front *yikes* Chelsie
used to love to bike ride too – I had a basket put on my handle bar on my bike,
and I would go bike riding with her sitting just as proud as can be.
Chelsie went everywhere with me – I would go so far as leave on the
air conditioner or heater in the car to make sure she was comfortable.
I carried a blanket with me and a water bottle for her – and of course treats!
I had Chelsie cremated she is in the living room still very
much a part of my daily conversation. I have her picture in my bedroom
with her collar draped over her picture. I have a new puppy now
she is just as sweet as Chelsie – but there isn’t a day that
doesn’t go by that I don’t think of Chelsie.
Even my neighbors comment on how Chelsie “owned” the
corner of our yard and how they missed seeing her –
it’s very comforting to know that other’s miss her too.
Thank you for reading this post and sharing in my fond
memories of Chelsie.
Jeni
| Chelsie |