Gone mushing forever
I’m going to lay low for a few days
This thing has hit me right in the face
My Chilly has gone mushing forever
And all I want is to be with her
How she used to love mushing before…
Before her left front leg became sore
So sore it had to be amputated
And her mushing days were interrupted
To being a tripod, she adapted
And for months, never seemed deflated
But for weeks now things have changed
The cancer has relentlessly spread
Her beautiful body was being ravaged
Hanging to life by a thread…
I knew she wanted to mush forever
I knew I needed to help her cross over
How I wish I could run with her
In my heart a bony spur
With her name on it CHILLY
Godspeed my canine beauty…
Chilly crossed the bridge at around 2pm on the 17th of November. I miss her terribly
