07/09/2026
This post is a bit different from my usual ones — it's more personal, and honestly, it's probably more for me than anyone else.
If you've noticed I've been quiet lately, it's because I recently lost my Blue Heeler, Chewie. Saying goodbye was one of the hardest things I've had to do, but I take comfort in believing he's in a better place now.
I adopted Chewie when he was four. He came with his share of challenges, but I spent countless hours training him — and honestly, learning from him. The more I understood how he thought, the more we both grew. Over time, he turned into one of the best dogs I could have ever asked for.
He was my sidekick through so much: car rides in the passenger seat like he owned the place, greeting me at the door every single day, camping trips where he'd sit in his own chair like one of us. He helped me remodel my house — my support person on the hard days, reminding me why I was doing it all.
I'm endlessly grateful for the time I had with him. Thanks for letting me share this one.
