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May 04

Don’t Call It A Comeback

old-friend1As most of you know, my dog Chase is more than a dog. I’m purely convinced that he IS the best dog a person could have as a companion. He’s getting older, no doubt, and recently we had a pretty bad scare.

He’s 16 ½ at the time of writing this and his hearing is failing along with his sight and ability to do many of the things that most of you remember him for.

In his career as a dog he’s been known for climbing ladders, bringing frosty beverages from coolers, fetching my hat from upstairs when I was too lazy, chasing anything that would move, picking up pine cones, listening intently for the word “frisbee” and running one down any chance he got. These are just a few of the magnificent feats he’s pulled off.

In the last few years he’s lost interest in nearly everyone of those things. In fact, the only thing that he’s been interested in within the last few years is Gabby. When we brought her home from the hospital, Chase would sneak into her room at night and lay beneath her crib. Gabby probably thinks she has the furriest set of brothers and she would be right.

Chase is more than just a good dog. He’s a family member. I have often referred to him as my son and I’m sure I’ll always think of him that way.

That old dog has been with me through, graduation high school, my first real heart break, going to college, meeting the love of my life, quitting college to open 2 businesses, closing down 2 businesses, returning to college to finish, enduring one of the most painful bone breaks known to man, getting engaged, moving from my hometown, marrying the love of my life, buying our first home, my first “real” job, my first “real” promotion, the birth of my daughter selling our first house, buying our second home, my next big career move, settling in and most recently the news of expecting our second child.

He did all of that without one complaint. He always listened. I don’t mean he was silent and there, I mean he really listened. He’s seen me cry. He’s seen me laugh. Lord knows he’s seen me do some pretty stupid things too. He never criticized or stomped out mad. He just loved me.

I am ashamed to admit that I haven’t kept up with my end of the bargain. You see I didn’t understand how the best, most famous, most capable dog ever to catch a Frisbee on earth could have the issues he has. I expected too much from my little buddy and because of that haven’t loved him with the same unconditional love he offers me with the wag of the tail every time I arrive home. Even if I just went to the mailbox. He has had his bouts with house training in his old age and somewhere I forgot that he doesn’t understand either. I valued my carpet more than him. For these short comings I have asked him for forgiveness. I hope that he can read my body language, because you see it is too late for him to “hear” me now.

I remember how excited he used to be when we’d get everyone over for a cookout. Bringing a slobbery pine cone to everyone in hopes they’d throw it for few minutes with them.

That scare we had recently? Well I woke up one morning and my little friend was limping on his right front paw. I went to help him and he squealed. His little body has begun to waste away and an already skinny dog has become skin and bones due to atrophy. He staggered around and refused to eat. He’d gotten to the point of not eating much anymore because he’s lost a good bit of teeth. This is something inherent with Rat Terriers.

It hit me like a ton of bricks. If only I’d been half of the friend that he’s been, he’d be in much better shape. We haven’t neglected him. I mean he’s been a bit of a handful for couple of new parents to tend to, but that shouldn’t have mattered.

Now my friend was squealing, possible dying and all I could do is feel bad for him. I called the vet and asked questions about him. They wanted me to bring him in right away and began talking about ” the inevitable” as they called it. Maybe I’m stubborn, but I wasn’t ready to let him go yet. Certainly not through a rushed decision when I wasn’t even sure about his condition.

Selfish I know. However, I prayed about it and left it in God’s hands. If he was in pain, I was ready to do what my responsibility as a pet owner is to do, but if he was going to go, I wanted God to do it in my little buddy’s sleep.1st-day-013

We found a food would eat. We began nursing him back to health. No more kennel for him. I was willing to get new carpet if it meant saving his life and making it worth living. Walks are a lot more common now than ever with him. His limp is gone for the most part and the only thing that is bothering him now is his stomach. We think that is because he’s eating wet food and we will get used to it.

The days of jumping 5 1/2 feet off the ground to catch Frisbees are over for my little friend, but he’d mounted one heck of a comeback. You might even say it’s not a comeback. He hasn’t changed. At least his Character hasn’t. He’s always done the impossible. This is no different. If you all will promise to keep him in your prayers, I’ll promise to be as good a friend to him as he’s been to me.

He may last for 10 more years, but he may also go home sooner than that. Some people say they need to get right with God before they go. I truly believe that God knew he was right before he sent him to me and that’s precisely why I chose that fuzzy little runt. Not because he was ganglier than the rest of he pure breeds he was littered with. Not because he was the only one left. He was sent to me to make me a better person and he has never failed at that.

3 comments

  1. Jen Caldwell

    aw, chase! i remember parties at your house and specifically remember recording stuff for your computer and chase was all up in that business! he is a lover, not a fighter!

  2. April Perez

    I love my Mr.Chase! He is one of the best dogs ever. I remember him back in his prime jumping after the frisbee doing his tricks! Your auntie april luvs you Chaser Chaser the Wonder Dog!

  3. Amber McKinney

    Ryan this blog is great, Chase knows how much we love him and he will always be our Wonder Dog!!!!

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