As many of you know we are in New York City this weekend for a little family time. Our 4-year-old son is enjoying it but is exhausted from the walking!
I honestly can’t believe I’m writing this post. Unfortunately, we received a call from our vet this morning that our dog Chance (aka my Assistant) was not doing well and was unresponsive. Shortly after, we lost her.
We had no idea when we dropped her off on Friday before heading to the airport that it was our last goodbye. We are stunned.
Chance got her name because we really took a chance on each other several years ago. When we lived outside of Charleston, SC she came wandering through our neighborhood. She basically crawled up to us. At first glance we thought she was pregnant, then we realized she was physically a mess.
Let me say – I am a HUGE dog lover but I had never taken in a stray. I was always very careful with strays. For some reason, I trusted her. I gathered her up, made multiple calls to find a vet that would help me on a Sunday and took her in. They called me later with the news – she had a tumor in her stomach and needed a surgery. However, they would not operate unless she had an owner. I’d like to say it was an easy decision but honestly, it was a LOT of money and we hardly knew this dog! In the end, I decided we’d do it and then we would foster her until she was able to be adopted. That was about 6 years ago and obviously she stayed with us. She was a funny dog – we called her the “hunting school dropout”! We weren’t far from hunting areas and she was the type of dog they would use. However, she was terribly afraid of loud noises and wouldn’t fetch for anything. Her favorite thing was to lay by the fireplace and be left alone. We joked that she came to our home to retire!
When we found her they estimated she was about 4 years old which would make her about 10 now. She had a good life for the last 6 years! She slept a lot, ate well and soaked up all the love we gave her.
Last November we lost our precious Allie dog. She was a Chesapeake Bay Retriever and was our first dog. We loved her deeply and still can’t believe she is gone. She was in charge of Chance – Chance would occaisonally run off and Allie would let her have it! Since Allie’s passing Chance took on a new role – we let her know we expected more out of her – guarding the house and staying up with us (instead of trying to retire for the evening at 8 p.m.). She indulged us at times – other times she would go upstairs to sleep and not come down all afternoon! She would wake us up early howling which was cute and annoying all at the same time!
So here we are – we’ve lost two dogs in less than a year. We hope they will be hanging out together in Heaven. In the meantime, we’ll be going home to a house that has a little less joy in it than when we left.