16 Years

I didn't plan to do a post about this, but I just felt like getting it out there. If you follow me on Facebook, you know that we've had a pretty tough week as we had to say goodbye to this little ray of sunshine:

Chloe was with our family for 16 1/2 years. We got her on Christmas Eve in 1996, when she was just 6 weeks old. She was the cutest little thing I had ever seen! Just like a little stuffed animal. I remember my parents asked us to come into the kitchen and dance while they broke out the video camera and snuck her in. The camera was out to get our surprised faces. My dad carried her in, tucked into his leather jacket. She was crying a little puppy cry. She probably had no idea what was going on!

She was so tiny that she would run down our small hallway just once and collapse from exhaustion at the other end.

To say that she was a part of our family is an understatement. I will always think of her as my first baby...I always called her my Chloe Baby. When I was younger, she slept with me every night. We snuggled on the couch for hours. She loved pizza crusts and peanut butter. In her younger years, she could get up on her hind legs and dance in a circle. She was a high maintenance little dog (who thought she was a big dog!) and who wanted to be pet only on her terms. 

Though she was a shell of her former self over the last couple of years, I'll always remember her this way. A little stinker, but a cute one. A dog who brought a lot of joy to my family. A little love who I'll miss terribly.