My boy Chachi, more than a friend who sat aside as loved ones passed on one by one, concerned with the sadness of the humans broken heart. Then there was the night I discovered a lump on my breast when I came out of the bathroom his small muscular body sat outside the bathroom door. He followed me into the studio where he sat next to my chair with a chilling stare of somber expression. Amazingly, his inherent inclination knew his momma was down with cancer. Alone, it was our secret throughout the weekend not telling a soul about the lump. I leaned down to pick him up and held him close to my chest cuddled him tight to let him know everything would be okay. He buried his warm snout into the hairline of my neck and licked away as canines do to heal their own wound. This was Chachis’ way of letting me know –– I see you, I hear you, I am here with you, you are not alone. Cleansing my heart and soul as he always had in my darkest moments he was my comfort.

A little anecdote I’ve always said,”Chachi, was the only man that ever really loved me unconditionally.”

Until, I would sing out to him, “Who loves the Chachie, mama mama!”

He could not run fast enough in opposite direction away from me. On days, I needed my space and he was a bit clingy I always knew how to claim my space back.

After my breast cancer gig he had stopped sleeping at the bottom of the bed and moved up to the top curled around my head. I would say, “Where’s that fat belly mama loves.” He would wildly roll over and I would rub his smooth as felt belly to sleep. When, my husband would approach me with a hug or kiss you would hear my little guys muffled warning of protective jealousy –– grrrrr.

A year ago on the morning of May 29th, my boy Chachi passed on to the Rainbow Bridge, snuggled between my belly and bended knees.

I do believe his spirit still lingers here at home, with serendipity in play this past Mother’s Day my husband was searching for a particular video of an old project he had worked on, when he inserted the film into the camera to view the project, whom do you suppose was filmed at the end of the video? You got it my boy Chachi!

Oh, how my heartaches for this little guy he was a blessed gift and brought so much love and joy into my world.


Chachi’s burial site in the backyard