In Memoriam of Chester Brown
As Chester Gets Older,
My Love Does Not
When Chester was a puppy, I told him every night “Never get old, and never get sick.” I assumed he was invincible. As he grew older, I gave him every vitamin and supplement he needed. I took him to places where he could run and be with dogs without leashes. I told him stories, and sang him lullabies. He was my angel.
I often felt that Chester took care of me more than I did of him. When life got tough, it was Chester that got me through it. I put my arms around him and felt both his strength and love in a way that no person could provide.
Leslie K. Brown