My Little Lion Cub, Chubby

by Fatima
(Trinidad, West-Indies)

My pompek, Chubby, 19 years old, died on Monday 22nd April.

I never grew up with dogs, so he was my first. When I moved into my house, I decided to get a dog...so came Chubby.

Not knowing about dogs, I was a little afraid of him. He put all my fears aside. He took command of my yard, and also my other pompek and cocker spaniel. He trained them where to do their poop.

I heard stories of dogs digging holes, pulling clothes down, chewing slippers, etc. He did none of this, and made sure the two others were well behaved.

He is part of my heart, my soul, my being.

I know that God took him so that when I die, he will be the one to help me "cross over."

He has always taken care of me. He escaped from the yard to find me a few streets away during fireworks at the stroke of New Years one time. I was so shocked to see him running.

I love him so much, I miss him so much.

My other pompek died before him, and the cocker is with me. The hardest thing was the day after when I went to feed the cocker...such a void, such an emptiness.

God is good, so I know I will see Chubby again.

Sweet dreams, my sweet little puppy, my Lion Cub!!