Chewy was one of the most important things to me (as odd as it may seem). Me, a thirteen year old girl (at the time) would rather be reading her dog a story than shopping at the mall, or hanging out with friends. He meant everything. I mean, we TALKED to eachother for god sakes. hahaha. Even though my understanding of his mixture of, chirps, barks and howls that corresponded horrifically well with my singing were blurred by the difference in our languages, his voice sank in my heart where it was the most easy to understand. You'll NEVER be forgotten. Especially because My grandma, my Nanaw, and my Aunt have you to thank that there still alive, because of the warnings you gave several hours before their heart attacks and strokes. There is no comparison to my chewy. None at all.