Chazz the Dog - Always an Angel

Hi, this is Dori *wavy paws* My bestest doggy boyfurend, Chazz the Dog 1, went Over the Rainbow Bridge on July 19th and bwoke my little heart. It's taken me this much time to write a Tribute to Chazz. His mommy and my mommy are bestest furends, and we love Chazz's Aunt Athena too. 

Minutes after Chazz went to heaven, Aunt Barbara called my mommy to share the sad news. We grieve with her because Chazz has been much loved by us starting way back to 2011 when my big brofur Hwermie invited Chazz to sing in the Christmas choir. Chazz told Hwermie that he was Jewish. Hwermie said that's great. We will sing Chanukah songs too, and my momma made Chazz an avatar for the concert.

Shortly after I got my own Tweety account, Hwermie introduced me to Chazz, and we became bestest furends. I knew he was already dating Bea Bells, but I was dating my Pwince Honeysmoochies, Wills. But Chazzy always said Bea was his doggy girlfurend, and I was his kitty girlfurend. 

Yes, Chazzy was a Player.

What I will always remember about Chazz was how great he looked in a suit. 

I was so proud of Chazz when he got his Aviator License. His Aviator name was Charlie Hotel 678.

Chazz was a real Pawty Animal. He went to all the pawties and wore some really great hats.

Also, Chazz's best pal was Barley @OneInThere. Those boys got into all kinds of mischief. So much fun! And they were so silly!

I mostly hung around Hwermie and his pals. One year we all went ice skating. That's Sadie, Chazz, Me, Wills, Hwermie an our sisfur Candy celebrating the arrival of winter.

Chazz loved his Momma very much. And she was so good to him, giving him his own pool, and lots of toys, and dressing him up in costumes for Halloween. I thought Chazzy looked especially cuuuute as a giant Hot Dog.

This is how I want to remember my dear Chazz. Looking fresh and perky in his jams.

Prior to Chazz passing, his furends and roomies Riff the black cat and Viggo the chihuahua went over the Rainbow Bridge. When Chazz joined them, he thought it would be fun to get a cool hippie bus and drive around the bridge. I bet they are enjoying lots of adventures.

It's always heartbreaking when one of us leaves for the Rainbow Bridge. But when our hoomons look back on our lives, and our pictures, and remember all the good times we shared, then it's like we never left. Our tears and heartache are God's way of saying, "You Were Loved, and That's What Matters Most."

I love you, Chazzy. Always and Furever.

Love, Dori