The Hardest Day of My Life

It's been over 4 hours now since I gave our oldest dog, Chloe, to God. We had her for 15 wonderful years. She was more than just a dog to me; she was my daughter.

To make a long story short, I physically rescued her when she was just 13 weeks old. An irresponsible person left her in a car in over 100 degree heat. I freed her and fought for her in court and from there on my wife and I became her parents.

Chloe loved our two children from the day they were born. She became a herder to them. On many times she prevented them from getting hurt. The boys would often cuddle on her soft fur and she would be patient with them. She loved to lick their faces to make them giggle.

Chloe loved the outdoors. I fondly remember watching the cool spring air run through her long hair. As for a samoyed, she was cunning and very fast. She would often bring me adult blue jays or an occasional chipmunk.

She also made the best guard dog anyone could ever ask for. Her 'wolf-like' features were formidable for visitors at the door. I once told a delivery guy that if she didn't approve of you, she would let me know.

I will miss my smiling girl, but I know without a doubt, that she is in a much better place.

Chloe, enjoy the wind of Heaven and the new love you have found...