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
Mighty Toe Nail Hunter
Pink Belly Friend
Fat, Grumpy, Old Man
Franken-dog after his heart surgery
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.
Christmas Dog with his new Christmas blanket
He thought Heidi was a fun friend til she took a swipe at him.
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?
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.