Saturday, August 13, 2011

The Dog Who Lived

Well, he lived 7 years anyway...
Chase was really only supposed to live for 7 months.  2 weeks before we were to get him, the breeder called and said they couldn't sell us Chase because he had a serious heart murmur.  To make a long story short, when we had contacted the breeder about getting a puppy, their next available litter was from parents with strong hunting lines.  We didn't want a hunter so we asked them to pick the one that had the most mellow temperament, which they did.  It turns out it was because he was sick.  In the end we decided to take Chase and live out his days in a good home.  But we should have known from the start we could never just do that.  We would grow attached, we would feel generous, we would be insane... but to make an even longer story short... after a few weeks we caved and Chase ended up having open heart surgery.  What?? I know... ridiculous! But that dog lived, he was healthy and he brought us much joy -- he also brought us much heartache.  Seriously, for the first 2 years of his life I thought I was going to have a nervous breakdown, everyday!! Like I said the reason he was so mellow at first was because of his heart condition, but once that was fixed up he was the most intense dog on the block.  As endearing as this could be it eventually lead to his demise.  He wasn't getting any better, he was getting worse. He had broken out all of his canine teeth, his face and body were always covered in blood and scabs and scars.  The fur was permanently worn off of his nose.  His feet and nails were constantly caked in mud.  That dog hunted everything from flys, to lizards, to squirrels, and even toenails (yes, he was weird). Finally after several breakouts from the yard, putting himself and the other dogs in danger it was time to send him to a place where he could hunt and guard, and patrol all he wants to without getting hurt.

It happened while Afton and I were at Girls Camp and Kelsi and Brady were at Grandpa and Grandma Lindsey's house.  Brad made the decision -- which he hated and suffered tremendous guilt over.  But after realizing he had a long life (for a dog never expected to live past a few months) and a good life (probably better than 90% of the world's population -- we alway say, there are those in the world that would kill to live like a dog in the Meyer Family) Brad finally came to terms with his decision.  Now the hard part, getting his family to understand.  Kelsi and Brady went fairly well.  But true to Grandma Lindsey's prediction Afton and Stef were much harder.  I cried and cried and cried.  I kept thinking, "I am too old to cry this hard for this long." Everything hurt and I couldn't stop.  Finally the tears ran out even though the heartache was still there.  I'm still trying to deal with it somewhat.  Afton stalked off and wouldn't talk or listen to anyone for a couple of days.  I guess we all deal with grief in our own way.

We miss you Chase, more than we care to admit.  You are a huge part of our family.  We love you!  Go play with Mika and Trisket and save us a nice lot to build our mansion in heaven.

Here are some pictures and other random facts about Chase

Some of his Nick Names
O.C.C. - this stands for Obsessive, Chubby, Chase
Wild Indian
Lover Boy
Mr. Obsessive
Mighty Toe Nail Hunter
Fly Hunter
Chasey Boy
Pink Belly Friend
Old Man
Fat, Grumpy, Old Man
Crazy Boy
Crazy Eyes
Cute Head

Some Pictures

 Mika was not happy to share the last few months of her life with a puppy that was as big as she was

 Franken-dog after his heart surgery

 The dog in the blue shirt.  It was better than the cone of shame and it kept him from licking his staples

 Chase's 1st Christmas

 He even wormed his way into Grandma Meyer's heart.

 A man's best friend

 This was one of his favorite toys for a long time.

 We used to say if you were any closer, you be on the other side of me. In a minute is other paw would be up.  He just couldn't get close enough.

 Christmas Dog

 Christmas Dog with his new Christmas blanket

 He thought Heidi was a fun friend til she took a swipe at him.

 Bodie (Sowards) took a bite out of Chase on New Year's Eve day.  To avoid emergency vet bills we called our good friend and vet Jeff Moss the night before he moved to Southern California.  He was so nice to come over an stitch Chase up.  Too bad Chase chewed the stitches out the next day and we had to go pay the high vet bill anyway.

 The Cone of Shame AGAIN!

 Dance, Dance Revolution, who knew?

 Always one to comfort someone who was under the weather. (maybe it was just an excuse to get on the furniture)

 Doing what he did best - Looking for lizards

 This stupid toy was one of his favorites

 I put an enlargement of this photo on our mantle.  Troy growled and barked at it.


 Macy came on the scene. Chase's life was never the same again.

 Dumb and Dumber

 This is one of my favorite pictures ever!!

 Teaching Macy the ropes of the lizard hunt.

 Snuggling after an exciting escapade where they got lost in a rain storm

 Awww, a smooch from Uncle Allen

 Ice was one of his favorite treats. Don't ask me why.

 Then Troy showed up. Chase's life would never be the same.

 Have you ever see so much focus?

 Chase would only get on the trampoline when the pad was around the edge. After they chewed it up, he spent most of his time on the ground.

 The 3 Stooges

 The 3 Musketeers

 Has he passed out?


 Chase was the king of destroying indestructible dog toys. It took him 15 minutes to finish this deed.

 One day he was guarding something in the grass. We never figured out what it was.

 We always joked that if we opened up our mouth he would climb in. That way he could be closer to us.

Comforting the sick (or squishing her)
This is probably the last picture we took of Chase.
Bye-Bye Good Boy, we'll miss you.


Shannon B said...

Good bye Chase! I didn't know you too well, but any friend of the Meyer's is a friend of mine!

I am laughing soo hard at the names you called him! CUTE HEAD!!! I LOVE IT!!! I think I will start calling my kids that! The pics are so cute of the ol' boy! I love the one of Brad and him! Classic! Also the one with him and Brady. What a cute puppy Chase was! He lead a good life!!

Nate and Erin Russell said...

its always sad to lose a puppy. i cried so hard after my dad took simmie in... cute story though... after all of my dad's whining and complaining about simmie's accients (she lost control of her bladder near the end) before he took her to the vet he stopped by mcdonalds and bought her an order of chicken nuggets. i seriously get emotional thinking about that sweet act. i'm excited to one day get a dog for our family, but know i'll be a basketcase when its time comes... our will probably be a weimer too, after we get a small dog.

Lindseys said...

Fun post, Stef. Grandma Lindsey should know something about her prediction considering what she went through with Yellow.

Lauren's been after us to get a dog. We may cave next year.

Janet said...

Good bye chasey! Fun to see al the pics!!

Annette said...

We loved Chase too. I think it was Loren who said, if he ever lost his job, he would go live with the meyer dogs ;) The photos are wonderful. Bradley and I sat and enjoyed them all before church yesterday. You gave him a great life. Hugs to you all.

Joe and Julie said...

Great memorial blog for a wonderful dog. And what a collection of pictures. Loved it.