Last year our dog had a stroke she was just 8 years old then. It seemed like the worst was over. Her face had been a little contorted for a few weeks, but that soon went away. The vet told me there was nothing they could do for Chance, however I did research on the internet. The sad truth was what the vet had told me rang true.She did bounce back though. She seemed normal and her happy self. She was a little slower, but she never lost her playful attitude.
Sunday morning I awoke with a heart wrenching pain in my heart. Something told me to go and check on her. She was laying by the door "asleep". I can only explain what I felt as some sort of maternal instinct. This dog had never known a mother dog. Her mother had killed all of her siblings and I raised her from a bottle. She never thought of herself as anything but a person. She was part of our family.
I had bottled fed her and my son at the same time. Giving them both early morning and late night feedings. Both were on the bottle at the same time, and of course I had to ween Chance off first because she was to the point of trying to steal my sons bottles!
She was the cutest thing. She would get her bottle lean back and hold it sucking it, just like a baby. She will be greatly missed.
This is my memorial to her....
I love you girl!
This is the first article I wrote about Chance back when I was a gather newbie... it tells her story....
http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977203133
( I pulled these off of myspace page because originals are on my other computer)
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Dog On Loan
I'll lend you for a little time, a dog of mine God said.
For you to love while he lives and mourn when he is dead.
The years they may be six or ten or even as few as three.
But will you, 'til I call him back, take care of him for me?
He'll bring his charms to gladden you, and shall his stay be brief,
You'll have his lovely memories as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise he will stay, since all from Earth return,
But there are lessons taught down there I want this dog to learn.
I've looked the wide world over, in my search for masters true,
And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes, I have selected you.
Now will you give him your love, not think the labor vain,
Nor hate me when I come to call to take him back again?
We answered in sincerity, Dear Lord, Thy will be done.
For all the joy this dog shall bring, the risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shelter him with tenderness, and love him while we may,
And for the happiness we will know, we'll ever grateful stay.
But shall the angels call for him much sooner than we planned,
We'll know the bitter grief that comes and try to understand.
Author Unknown...