Sweet Baby Chica

We said goodbye to our best friend Chica last week. As Ryley said, it tore a hole through our hearts. We will miss her big brown eyes, her licks, her love, her loyalty, her speed, her messy drinking.

Chica was a hunter. She stalked snakes, deer, bunnies, bees and squirrels. She ran faster than lightning. She hated cats. She knew the word cat in 4 languages including pig latin. You couldn’t whisper the word and she was off barking in chase. Unlike our other dogs, Chica thankfully kept her distance from skunks—most of the time. Once, she chased a wily fox around the yard and over the fence. Another day she trapped the woodchuck in the pool. Did you know woodchucks can swim? She was a bird dog, but I never remember her stalking a bird—even the pesky peacock who came from the farm across the road and wouldn’t go home.

She waited for each of us to come home every day with unbridled joy and jumps and spirit. Vaya con besos Chiquita. Te amo.