The Last Time

“You never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.” – Dr. Seuss

I didn’t know it was the last time Chilli would come for a run with us. I’m not sure if I would have done anything differently if I had known.

Some things have a clear farewell, a last time. But often, we do things for the last time without realizing it. This thought makes me pause, remember and appreciate the value of a moment.

Would you do something differently if you knew it was for the last time?

Chilli loved going for walks, hikes, and runs. Even though she was old, she still joined us regularly.

With Rex, I had a few months to prepare for his death. (Rex Post) Chilli’s passing, on the other hand, caught me off guard—except for my twitching left eye, but that’s another story.

Three days ago, she stopped eating and spent most of her time sleeping. In retrospect, maybe she was more tired than usual over the last week. Yesterday morning, she seemed better—she was drinking water and even walking outside. But that evening, she had a convulsion, an epileptic-like attack, and a few hours later, she passed away.

Chilli would smile every time she went walking. She wasn’t much of a hugger and was definitely more of an introvert. Surprisingly, she liked being bathed—perhaps that’s why she’d roll in poop whenever she got the chance!

I cherished every day and every moment with Chilli and Rexi. Not a single day went by without me telling them how cute and adorable they were.

Rest in peace my Chilli Bills. Xxx