I've been putting off writing this post for a really long time because it was still such a tender subject. However, I realised that it never will not be tender and that I will always feel emotional about it. So this post is for my baby brother Chico. 

Chico passed away on the 3rd of October 2015. He became a part of the family when we moved to America. Summer of 2001 I remember going to some dog event at Petco where there around 50 dogs all waiting to be adopted. You could walk around, get to know the dogs and make your pick. I remember seeing this black lab and loving it so much, but the love wasn't really reciprocated. My mum came over to me and went; "I found the perfect dog!" and there he was, my beautiful blue eyed boy. He immediately jumped on me and that was that, he came home with us that same day! I remember it so clearly, we walked into the house and the sun was glaring through the kitchen window, I saw him run into the house and I remember thinking that it all felt like a dream. 

Growing up as an only child and moving countries every five years meant that

  1. I obviously didn't have any siblings to keep me company
  2. I would lose my friends and have to make new ones every time 

Chico was someone that replaced both of those. He came with us everywhere we went, and he was truly like a brother to me. Being the crazy animal lover that I am; Chico meant the absolute world to me and losing him was the worst day of my life. Let me tell you how it all went down.

It was the 3rd of October 2015, it was Sam's dads birthday and we were at the Madejski Stadium in Reading watching a football match. After a triumphant win for Reading we went indoors to have some food and drinks. Having a lot of fun doing some face swaps, watching some magician wow us all when I got a phone call from my Mum. She was crying and I instantly knew what had happened. (I was expecting this phone call for a few months) My voice dropped and I starting bawling my eyes out in front of a hell of a lot of people. The mood instantly shifted and obviously.. the day was ruined. I spent the entire day crying and looking at photos of him in shock. The thought of never being able to hug or kiss him again is what hurt the most. However, I know that he was hurting, and I know that he was in pain, and I know that he was ready to go. My dad told me that when they were putting him down, he looked happy and he looked like he was done, he couldn't go on anymore. 

Chico had a beautiful life and travelled more than most dogs ever will! He joined us in America, we brought him with us to England then to Switzerland and brought him on all of our holidays all around the world. I know that he is happy now, and even though the thought of him not being around anymore makes me so sad, I try to look at the positive side. So underneath I've put some of my favourite photos of him so you can see what a beautiful dog he was. 

Not a day goes by where I don't think of you. I love you Chico!! <3