Chunk was our home.
If we left, he would patiently watch through the front door and his ears would perk up as soon as he saw us.
Chunk was our home.
When I had a bad day, I’d think “I can’t wait to go home and snuggle Chunkers”–I’d get home, and he knew I could use a cuddle.
Chunk was our home.
I couldn’t leave a room without him following right behind me…even if he had just laid down, he’d get right back up and move with me.
Chunk was our home.
He wouldn’t run to the door, but his butt wiggles were enough to let us know he was sure excited to see us.
Chunk was our home.
He was a sunbathing beauty but also loved to nap under the shady tree in the back.
Chunk was our home.
He always wanted to be near us. I’m not sure what it’s going to be like cooking in the kitchen, taking a step back and not feeling him right at my feet–watching us on the busy kitchen floor.
Chunk was our home.
He would get so excited when it was time to eat. He would hop and spin around waiting for his food dish to be set on the floor. He sounded like a tap dancer.
Chunk was our home.
He was the silliest boy who loved naps more than anyone and could make us giggle with quick tail wiggle.
Chunk was our home.
You could find him on any given day (any time of day) snuggled on his bed with his big elephant.
Chunk was our home.
His farts could clear a room, but sometimes he would turn around and look at you accusingly like you did it.
Chunk was our home.
He loved to get sprayed by the hose any time it was on.
Chunk was our home.
When I would sit on the floor, he would always come sit on my lap like a big ol’ baby.
Chunk was our home.
He would try to be sneaky and trick us into thinking he hadn’t eaten yet so he could get another meal. Sometimes it worked, unfortunately for him, most times it didn’t.
Chunk was our home.
He loved hearing his name being called, but he loved it best when it was from Em, Bubba or Eydan. His little nub would go crazy.
Chunk was our home.
He was comfort.
He was the best boy–a best friend.
He loved us and we man…we loved him.
He was pure love in furry form.
Chunk was our home and we were his...
and home just won’t be the same.
mrsmomdragon 