I took her outside, where she collapsed.
We called the vet who met us at the clinic. Where he confirmed her spleen had ruptured and it was time to say goodbye.
For anyone who has loved a pet, you know the pain of "doing what's best." I couldn't let her suffer another minute and I let her go.
I remember how she went sledding with us in the winter, pulling the kids down the street.
I remember your tolerance as we dressed you as "SuperDog" and in other crazy costumes.
I remember how she ate 2 pounds of Godiva chocolate that I unwittingly wrapped and put beneath the tree, not thinking about her penchant for chocolate. Yes, she survived.
I remember how she sat on the small bank in my backyard on the edge of the line between my house and Pop's next door (before the Ex lived there) and would watch for him. The minute he passed by the back door, she went nuts until he came over to play.
I remember how much she LOVED her grandparents and quickly learned that when Grandpa took out his cigarettes it meant, "Time to go OUTSIDE!"
I remember how she accepted Stinky Butt from the moment we brought her home.
I remember how she filled up the lonely space inside me when I was alone.
Goodnight Chessie. I hope you find the land of neverending waves and bottomless bowls of steak.
Thanks for delivering me safely to Florida and the Captain. You are the best friend and best dog ever. Always.