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Our oldest dog, Chewie (short for Chewbacca 
) of nearly 16 years passed away at the beginning of this week. We are devastated to say the least 
He was hubby's mate first and foremost and used to go everywhere with him when he was driving trucks, his tractor or excavator, even the motorbike around the property, perched up on the handlebars!
Chewie had been getting progressively worse, out of breath and having little mini strokes. He wasn't in any pain, still eating etc. and the vet had said that there was not anything that could be done. Hubby was ready to leave last Sunday afternoon to take the campervan down to Tasmania where he had planned to stay a couple of weeks, building a shed and organising machinery to put a road in to the house site before flying back to get my car and the dogs and to make the final trip back down. After Chewie had had another little episode on the Sunday afternoon I said that he had best say his goodbyes as I was sure that Chewie wouldn't be with us when hubby got back.
Well at the last minute hubby decided to take Chewie with him so off he went with 'Dad' in the campervan, just like he used to, but instead of sitting on the console next to him to see out the front window, Chewie was a bed on the passenger seat. Anyway, long story short, Chewie made it down there okay, but the next day he collapsed and died in hubby's arms. Hubby said later that he was so happy he had decided to take Chewie with him, as even though it was heartbreaking, he was glad they were together when the moment came. He is now buried at our new house site which I am thankful for as it would have been too sad to have left him here all on his own when we left.
Anyway, I finally did a page this morning, tried a couple of times the other day but ended up crying so much I couldn't finish it, but managed it today.
) of nearly 16 years passed away at the beginning of this week. We are devastated to say the least He was hubby's mate first and foremost and used to go everywhere with him when he was driving trucks, his tractor or excavator, even the motorbike around the property, perched up on the handlebars!Chewie had been getting progressively worse, out of breath and having little mini strokes. He wasn't in any pain, still eating etc. and the vet had said that there was not anything that could be done. Hubby was ready to leave last Sunday afternoon to take the campervan down to Tasmania where he had planned to stay a couple of weeks, building a shed and organising machinery to put a road in to the house site before flying back to get my car and the dogs and to make the final trip back down. After Chewie had had another little episode on the Sunday afternoon I said that he had best say his goodbyes as I was sure that Chewie wouldn't be with us when hubby got back.
Well at the last minute hubby decided to take Chewie with him so off he went with 'Dad' in the campervan, just like he used to, but instead of sitting on the console next to him to see out the front window, Chewie was a bed on the passenger seat. Anyway, long story short, Chewie made it down there okay, but the next day he collapsed and died in hubby's arms. Hubby said later that he was so happy he had decided to take Chewie with him, as even though it was heartbreaking, he was glad they were together when the moment came. He is now buried at our new house site which I am thankful for as it would have been too sad to have left him here all on his own when we left.
Anyway, I finally did a page this morning, tried a couple of times the other day but ended up crying so much I couldn't finish it, but managed it today.
