Whenever I would fall, and start crying,
Chubbs would gallop over to me and give me kisses.

He would guard me and my siblings from Max,
a scary, unpredictable, dog from a nearby house, and scan the area around us for invaders.

Whenever we had a birthday party,
Chubbs would trot right over to our house
and be the star of the show
as if it was his birthday.

Everyone would run over to Chubbs,

and pet him, climbing all over him.

But, Chubbs never bit.

He was a patient, loving dog,

extra gentle and careful with kids,

and was our Guardian.

But, sadly,

as I grew older,

Chubbs did also,
and when I was six,

he passed away.

I remember rubbing his belly

and grooming his fur

with our hands.

I remember how he kept us company
while we built snowmen,

built our second garage,
remodeled our playground,

and played tennis on the court next door.

I hope to be able to see him again,

at the end of my life,
so we can enjoy eternal peace together.

I miss you, Chubbs.