It is hard, very hard for now to talk about Chakus. But we are very grateful for the existence of your service, so with great respect, we would like to leave a review to support your important work.
Chakusyk was with us for almost the best 10 years of our lives. We always felt that he was somehow different. Sometimes it seemed he copied our human behavior, so we called him “the boy‑dog.” He slept in the bed, under the blanket, just like us. He wanted to eat from our hands, from a beautiful bowl, not from a dog bowl. When we sat at the table, he could not sit somewhere near our feet — we had to bring a chair so he could sit at the table too. When you went to the shower, he went with you, and after the shower, when you dried yourself with a towel, you had to dry Chakus with his little towel and say, “let’s make the dry-dry,” and he was so happy about it. He always seemed to try to copy us, and we sincerely enjoyed his strange habits and allowed everything without saying “no, you can’t.”

He never stole anything from the table, never picked anything up outside, always avoided puddles — we always said he was very “noble.” He loved smelling flowers so much. In our building, there is a flower shop, and during walks he always pulled us toward it. We went inside because he would not move away from the door until we let him in, and to avoid buying flowers every time, the sellers allowed him to smell all the flowers and plants there. Everyone in that shop already knew him — they knew that in the morning Chakus would come, the dog who for some reason loved those flowers so much. Now we leave flowers from that shop by his memory stone💔

In the last two years he developed back problems, a neurological condition. We created a new routine, did exercises at home, massages, bought him a little wheelchair because he got tired walking for a long time. We were so happy that in the last month he made incredible progress. He ran up high hills by himself. It seemed everything would only get better, and he would run on his own for a long time if we continued this multi-step care. We wished he could give all his pain to us, switch places with us, just so he would feel well.

Very suddenly, in one day, he ended up in hospital because of an ear infection — it was a shock for us. We spent three days in the hospital. We always thought he was gentle and timid. But he turned out to be so brave and strong. He fought until the very end and almost won, but he developed pneumonia from long intubation. We allowed our boy‑dog to go💔 He filled us completely from inside, and there will always be a place only for him.

When the memory stone arrived, in some way it became easier, because it felt like he was present in the house again. We placed it in his little bed, cover it with his blanket, put his toys there. We talk to him, wish him good morning and good night. When we come home, we greet the stone and gently touch it, the way we greeted Chakus. In the morning, he always put his head on my shoulder and slept under the blanket while I scrolled the news. And I had to stay still so I wouldn’t wake him, and pet him. Now, in the morning, I put the memory stone on my shoulder and scroll the news.

It is possible to describe endlessly what Chakus meant to us, because without exaggeration he was everything, the main center of attention in our life. We will be grateful to your service for the rest of our lives. It is hard when a friend is gone, and even harder to think afterward about how to bury him, how everything should be done. Your service took all those worries off our shoulders at a moment when we emotionally could not even get out of bed. Separate thanks for the constant communication.

I always dreamed of making a tattoo with Chakus’s paw print, but it always seemed there was still so much time. I did not manage to make the print. But when I explained the situation, the crematorium staff made a paw print of Chakusyk, and it arrived together with the memory stone. This is the most understanding communication that can exist. Thank you♥️‍