Friday, January 2, 2009


My parents' miniature poodle, Chester, was put to sleep this afternoon. He has been very, very sick with cancer, and my parents really didn't know what path to take with him. We all loved him very much. We have always had a dog. When I was born, my parents had an old, old Pekingnese, Shane, that tried to bite me so he had to be put to sleep when I was four years old. We then got a white Peek-a-Poo, Candy, when I was five, but she turned out to be a biter as well so we had to give her away. We got Pepper when I was in the third grade. He was the best dog ever! He finally died of old age after Randy and I got married. I think Pepper was 17 years old. My parents went without a dog for awhile, saying that they just didn't need one. So finally my sister and I went out one Christmas and bought them the cutest little black poodle! He looked just like Pepper. We bought him from a breeder out on Winchester Road, so Randy suggested we name him Winchester. That obviously got shortened to Chester pretty quick. It's been very emotional lately at my parents' house, and several tears have been shed. We will miss poor little Chester!

1 comment:

Allison said...

I am sorry to hear about chester. Losing a pet is like losing a family member :(