Memories of Chipper by Cindy G.

I did not choose Chipper; he chose me. Having decided to get a dog after years with no canine companion, my husband and I made a trip to the local animal shelter. After walking just a few pens down the row, I stopped because this little fellow came up to the gate and looked at me with liquid brown eyes that said, “Take me home”. So we did.

Originally named Shaka Zulu, our new friend became Chipper-named after my favorite baseball player. The name also identified his demeanor. His sweet nature made everyone around him feel chipper. He became the neighborhood dog, making his rounds and sharing his friendly nature.

Although we lost Chipper way too soon to lymphoma, my grandson, who was only 6 when Chipper crossed the Rainbow Bridge, still talks about what a great dog he was and how he misses him, as do we all.