Two weeks ago today my little minature dachshund died of cancer. I am still so numb from grief that I don't feel this is real. I keep looking for him to come waddling into the room looking for me. Winchester Elvis known as Chester was my little shadow. I shared my days with him as we were home alone until the evenings when my husband gets home. Chester's name for him was Big Dog Dad and every evening he greeted him at the door. My husband is as heart broken as I am. We can only comfort one another with tears and hugs. We both just want our Chester boy back.The day he died we were with him and I know he left this world knowing he was loved. We buried him under a little pear tree near our house to have him close. He loved suitcases and we buried him in a small one with his favorite little blanket and his favorite toys. He was wearing his little Alabama sweatshirt and his jingle bells.I planted pansies on his little grave and my husband put a little bird feeder and bird bath there for the birds to come visit. Chester loved to set on his stool by the window watching the birds and squirrels. I am not sure I can celebrate Christmas without having Chester running along beside me with his jingle bells ringing. Life goes on yet without Chester it will never ever be the same.