After a very long and full life, Chief died this morning. I adopted Chief when he was about 9 months old, almost 20 years ago. When I moved out to California, he came with me. He was my roommate, my companion, my little co-pilot. He followed me wherever I went, sat outside the door until it opened, and laid on the ottoman next to my desk while I worked. He was always right there, wherever I was. Especially when Chief was younger, he would always demand whatever food I was eating, and through ...
