Walter (Photo by Thomas Halek)
This story is about a writer (who wishes to remain anonymous) and his love for his best friend Walter, a 16-year-old long-haired Chihuahua. Walter passed away on June 9, 2015 at 8:50 P.M. Walter’s master said, “He always had my back. Whenever I was happy, he was happy. When I was sad he would make me smile, and whenever I was angry he would help me stay calm.”
Two years ago, Walter helped his master write a poem titled ‘FREEDOM’. The poem was about what freedom meant to Walter.
FREEDOM by Walter and his master (Photography and graphic design by Thomas Halek)
Walter enjoying the outdoors (Photo by Thomas Halek)
Walter standing guard (Photo by Thomas Halek)
About a year ago, Walter’s master wrote an animated short titled ‘A Golden Moment’, starring Walter, and a 2-year-old Appaloosa stud colt named Merlin. The story was about their adventures on their journey to find what was at the end of a rainbow.
A typical day in Walter’s life would start with an 8:00 A.M. wake-up call for his master. He would sit on his master’s chest and lick the end of his nose until he got up and let Walter outside to take care of business. Next, his master would serve him breakfast, a portion of canned dog food. His favorite was chicken and bacon. For the next couple of hours, Walter would curl up at his master’s feet and listen to the clicking of his master’s keyboard as he worked on his writing. Around 11:00 A.M. Walter would go for a ride with his master to go to the Post Office and do other chores. Going for rides was one of his favorite things to do. He would stretch out on the front seat and soak up the moment. If fact, if his master were late in going into town, Walter would either paw at his master’s leg or sit up, paw the air and speak until his master would take him for his ride. On days when his master did not have to go to work, they would go for walks, go fishing, or go to one of his master’s favorite places to get inspired and write. Walter loved being in the outdoors with his master.
Walter waiting to go for a ride (Photo by Thomas Halek)
Walter waiting for his master (Photo by Thomas Halek)
Walter saying, “Let’s go.” (Photo by Thomas Halek)
On days when his master was gone to work or doing his business, Walter would sit for hours at the top of the steps or in the entry waiting for his return.
Walter waiting for his master to come home (Photo by Thomas Halek)
Walter saying, “Where is he?” (Photo by Thomas Halek)
Walter still waiting (Photo by Thomas Halek)
Whenever it was possible, Walter was always at his master’s side. When it was time to go outside or for a second ride into town, all his master had to do was look at him, raise his hand and motion with his index finger and Walter would come flying. His master said, “If I were heading for the door Walter would sit, and watch for me to turn and motion him to follow me. I would turn, look into his eyes from across the room, and as soon as I raised my arm, he would jump up and wait for the signal. As soon as he got it he would race across the carpet in a fury to get to me.”
Walter on a walk (Photo by Thomas Halek)
Walter on the deck watching for wildlife (Photo by Thomas Halek)
Walter still watching (Photo by Thomas Halek)
Walter, “I see a deer.” (Photo by Thomas Halek)
At night, Walter would once again curl up by his master and listen to the magical purr of the keyboard, as his master would write until the early hours of the morning. When finished, his master would look down at him and say, “It’s night-night time.” Walter would jump up, run into the bedroom, and stand next to his master’s side of the bed and wait for him to pick him up and set him on the bed. After his master settled in bed, Walter would curl up in his master’s left armpit, and they would fall fast asleep.
Reflecting on Walter’s first night with him, his master said, “The first night Walter went to bed with me, he bit me on the nose. It was as if he was trying to tell me, he may be little, but he is still the boss. From that moment on, we were best buds forever.”
Reflecting on what happened when Walter passed away his master said, “I held him in my arms, cried, and begged him to come back to me. I could feel his spirit looking down at me, telling me not to be sad, he had a great life with me and would always be with me.”
Walter at peace (Photo by Thomas Halek)
Walter’s cremation took place on June 11, 2015 at PETS REMEMBERED cremation service in New Brighton, Minnesota. Walter’s master said that one of his biggest fears about having Walter cremated was, “Will I get my Walter’s ashes back?“ He reported that after researching pet cremation, he found Pets Remembered. At Pets Remembered, only one pet is cremated at a time, and you can be involved as much as you desire right up to and including placing the pet into the crematorium.
Walter waiting to be placed into the crematorium
(Photo by Thomas Halek)
Walter being placed into the crematorium
(Photo by Thomas Halek)
Walter in the crematorium
(Photo by Thomas Halek)
After Walter’s cremation, his master was given a carved wooden urn with Walter’s ashes. He also received a pendant, which contained some of Water’s ashes. His master replied, “While wearing this pendant my buddy will always go with me, no matter what I do or where I am.”
Walter in his final resting place, his urn and pendent (Photo by Thomas Halek)