Thanks for everyone's concern. The family is slowly coming to terms that the fat black one isn't around any more.
I still find myself keeping an eye out for him trying to sneak out of the house. Everyone continues to latch the gate immediately after we've stepped out. It's just something we've done for seven years and to break it now just feels wierd.
Coming home isn't what it used to be without the flurry of tail and fur, and me calling him a noisy dog amidst his happy barks. Now, when the neighbour's dog barks, we catch ourselves assuming it's him.
It's really strange to see his usual corners devoid of their occupant, and the living room window empty of a certain hairy face.
My mom said Chassard was more like a naughty little boy than a dog. And like any little boy, he was one-of-a-kind, irreplacable and loved in spite of everything.
As for the question of whether we are going to get another dog, the answer is yes, eventually. We'll be taking our time with this though, but hopefully before the year is out, there'll be another four-legged rascal creating a ruckus in the house.
God bless.
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