His name was Last Chance Angel. He was my son's 12 year old pit bull/boxer. My son rescued him within minutes of him being put to sleep as a puppy because he had been confiscated from a dog fighting kennel.
My son raised him to be a loving guardian. He learned to love the other dogs in his family and to tolerate and perhaps even like the household cats. He was good around children. He loved to play with his big red kong and when younger would chew on it for hours.
He lived with me for several years and was always a soothing presence in my difficult world at that time. He would put that bowling ball head of his on my knee and gaze into my eyes and if I knew nothing else I knew he loved me and that brought me a measure of peace.
When my son was going through a bad time in his life Chance was there for me to love when I couldn't love my son. He was there for my son as a loving presence in what seemed to be a dark and dismal world. And, when my son began building a positive life for himself Chance was there to love him and be his boon companion.
I saw him last in February and he was showing his age. His limp and slow response saddened me but he was more than happy to sit beside me and let me love him. He would bring me his kong and put it on my lap even though it was hard for him to chase or chew.
As sad as I am to know he is gone from the world, I comfort myself with the knowledge that he had a wonderful life with my son and, he doesn't hurt anymore.
There is no greater love than that of a dog for his people. Chance loved us fiercely and I'm so sad he is no longer in my world. He will, however, always be a bright memory in my heart. Rest in Peace my dear friend. I'll be seeing you.
My son raised him to be a loving guardian. He learned to love the other dogs in his family and to tolerate and perhaps even like the household cats. He was good around children. He loved to play with his big red kong and when younger would chew on it for hours.
He lived with me for several years and was always a soothing presence in my difficult world at that time. He would put that bowling ball head of his on my knee and gaze into my eyes and if I knew nothing else I knew he loved me and that brought me a measure of peace.
When my son was going through a bad time in his life Chance was there for me to love when I couldn't love my son. He was there for my son as a loving presence in what seemed to be a dark and dismal world. And, when my son began building a positive life for himself Chance was there to love him and be his boon companion.
I saw him last in February and he was showing his age. His limp and slow response saddened me but he was more than happy to sit beside me and let me love him. He would bring me his kong and put it on my lap even though it was hard for him to chase or chew.
As sad as I am to know he is gone from the world, I comfort myself with the knowledge that he had a wonderful life with my son and, he doesn't hurt anymore.
There is no greater love than that of a dog for his people. Chance loved us fiercely and I'm so sad he is no longer in my world. He will, however, always be a bright memory in my heart. Rest in Peace my dear friend. I'll be seeing you.
1 comment:
What a loving tribute to an old friend. Thank you for sharing your story. Gale
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