The week after Nashville’s been a long one. A stretch of 6 days lasting no less than 11 hours each at the hotel, and I am worn out.
Unfortunately my “weekend” wasn’t much better. After struggling for months with her stiff and achy joints, Chancie fractured her leg while sliding on the kitchen floor. The vet said she likely had a bone tumor if it had fractured that easily, and there wasn’t much they could do for that. Surgery was an option, but at 14 she was having a difficult time getting around on four legs. There’s no way she could have handled her 100+ pounds with only three legs. So, we made the decision to have our beloved Chancie put to sleep.
God it was hard. We cried and cried, and then cried some more. Hubby especially, since she was his main companion throughout the day.
It was the right thing to do, we know. Her poor old body was failing her, and we didn’t want her to continue suffering.
But God it was hard.
It’s funny, but when she was with us, I’d get so aggravated with all the hair – in the carpet, gathered around the kitchen chairs, stuck to my work pants – but now, I find one of her hairs and I’m reminded of what a sweet girl she was and how lucky we were to have had her in our lives.
Agg can vouch for the personalities of Golden Retrievers. They never meet a stranger. Whether it be human or animal, Chancie loved and welcomed everyone, and wanted to be their friend.
She will absolutely be missed.