I’ve taken a little break from the blog recently. On December 28, 2014, I lost my best friend and companion of almost 12 years, Chance. Thank you for all of the nice emails and messages checking on him during his battle with kidney cancer, it meant the world to me.
This is Chance’s story.
It all started one Sunday in August 2003 when my ex-husband and I were out on the boat with our female boxer, Ginger. Some friends of ours asked if we were interested in another boxer. Apparently this local dog named Chance was headed for the pound if someone didn’t rescue him soon. He was too unruly for his owners.
At first I said, “Ohhhhh no, I can’t take on the responsibility of another dog.” I worked in real estate sales at the time and just happened to have an appointment the next day in the community that Chance was located in. I called his owners and asked if I could visit Chance.
When I got there, Chance was chained to a tree and was skin and bones. He had the saddest, most confused look about him. I immediately told his owners that I would take him and cancelled my appointment, putting him straight into the back seat of my car.
I went to where my ex-husband was working and said, “Look what I am bringing home!” Needless to say, that didn’t go over too well.
Better to ask for forgiveness than permission, right? 🙂
As soon as I took Chance through the front door, he tried to fight with my female boxer, Ginger. I thought to myself, “What have I gotten myself into?” I gave him a bath and took him to the vet for his vaccinations.
My ex-husband didn’t speak to me for almost a week after bringing this dog into our home that constantly tried to fight with Ginger and was EXTREMELY unruly. He tried to drag us on the leash and was hell on 4 legs. I came to the conclusion I was going to keep him until finding him a home where there were no other dogs. I signed him up with a local pet rescue and was going to be his foster until an appropriate home was found.
Meanwhile, Chance gained 7 pounds in the first 7 days of being with us. After 2 weeks he and Ginger suddenly started playing and boxing one day in the middle of the living room. I cried. He finally realized she was not a threat and was not going to take his food or attention.
I still planned to place him in an appropriate home, since my ex-husband wasn’t too keen on the extra responsibility.
One day while at work, I got a call from my ex (then) husband. He said, “We’re keeping the dog.” Of course I asked, “Why is that?” He replied, “Well, he broke his leash and ran off like a bat out of hell. He ran straight down the dock and jumped on the boat wanting to go for a boat ride. He’s a boat dog and we’re keeping him.”
It was at that point these 2 men bonded and became best buddies. Chance was his sidekick and boat buddy.
So Chance spent lots of time on the water. He and Ginger were best friends and got into all kinds of mischief together. I’ll never forget Chance peeing in some a*shole’s cooler on the sandbar. The guy threw a fit even after I offered to clean his cooler and give him new ice (I had 3 extra bags on the boat!). What a turd. Chance was a work in progress and needed lots of training. Now I’m glad he peed in his cooler.
Chance would always find a comfortable seat. ALWAYS. No matter where he was.
Or a comfortable spot UNDER a seat…
He loved kids.
He loved fishing.
Chance wasn’t keen on cold weather.
He was happiest with water and sunshine.
Chance’s favorite place to lay was in the sand. Over time he became the perfect dog. He was the life of the party and everyone loved him.
My ex-husband and I separated in 2012 and agreed to share the closest thing to a child we had (Ginger passed in 2010). I kept him one week, he kept him the next. It might sound crazy to some of you, but it worked. No matter what our differences were, we both loved Chance and couldn’t be without him.
Every day when I got home from work in the summer, I’d sit on my front porch to wind down in my rocking chair. Chance was always right beside me. Every kid in the new neighborhood eventually came to visit him on a regular basis.
He started slowing down in 2014 and I knew he had lived his better days. Chance started having pee accidents and we eventually discovered he had kidney cancer. There was nothing we could do but keep him comfortable and feed him good food. Chance loved his grub. For years, I cooked him a mixture of brown rice, meat, veggies and sweet potato or pumpkin. Eating his homemade food was euphoric to him.
The day came where Chance wouldn’t eat and we knew it was time. It was his last pleasure in life and his body had become weak and frail. His time here was at an end. I didn’t want it to end, but knew we had to let him go with the dignity he so much deserved. We took him to the vet so that he could cross over to the rainbow bridge.
This is the last picture I have with Chance, taken about 6 weeks before he passed. I will always be grateful to my best friend Melissa for taking the time to photograph us at one of Chance’s favorite spots.
“If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.” ~ Will Rogers