Tonight the 27th, 4 days after Chuy passed Mr. B still thinks about "ol' Chuy-dog". So does his Daddy, aka author; for years to come. He picked out his stuffed animals to sleep with tonight and of course Amicus and the new Chuy which he won at the Great Wolf Lodge arcade via 1,000 tickets were in the top 4. Bryson started eyeing his goal in the arcade the night before. His name was "puppy" per Bryson. Elated again and again we went up to the room with this new "puppy". However, within 24 hours, Bryson, after the bad news and before bedtime, had decided "puppy" will have a name.
It made me realize again what I always thought of Chuy. A puppy. He was always sweet and onery.
Sorry to drift away from the intent of this blog but Bryson, as he laid down tonight, said "I'm worried about my dog". He broke down again in tears. His mind has definitely been occupied by the loss.
The real purpose of this blog is that Bryson cared so much about Chuy. He also experienced others like his cousin Evin, neighbors David and Ian love Chuy. For a 6 yr old today that doesn't care to talk about the daily routine of life, he definitely cared for our version of Marley.
There were jealous moments where Addison got a Chuy kiss and he didn't and the great moments which Bryson worked hard enough to get one that brought a giant smile. He loved so much to give Chuy a treat or to feed him.
There will never be another Chuy but I know I have a big dog lover I am raising and some day he and I will be ready for a new dog. I certainly will not be picking out the next dog without Bryson. Great minds think alike!