I told myself to not write anything before the fact, because that would be time spent on myself and not hanging out with the Face. I still have no idea how people do this, where they schedule the euthanization of their pets, and then literally manage to operate their lives knowing there is a very real clock ticking down the remainder of their life.
Needless to say, the time between making the call to the vet and to the eventual saying of goodbye to my dog, has been real hazy, but fortunately for me, I’m the type of person who can throw themselves into work, just so that I don’t have to think about the anxieties of something like having to put my dog down.
Here’s a fun fact about me, Chase is actually the first dog that I’ve ever own, myself. Every pet I’ve had in the past was either inherited, temporary or technically belonged to someone else, but not actually mine. Chase was the first dog that I’ve ever adopted, paid for, and been solely responsible for in my entire life.
I adopted him on May 16, 2012, from the Atlanta Humane Society. My home had always had dogs in it, and when it stopped having dogs in it, it felt like there was something missing. I was single with no prospects at this time, so having a dog seemed like a no-brainer as far as unconditional companionship was concerned, and I wanted to adopt a rescue because I just felt that it was a more responsible thing to do, seeing as how the pet population is pretty out of control in general.
I had visited a couple of shelters leading up to eventually going to the Humane Society, and when I met Wind Chaser, I kind of felt pretty quickly that this was the dog that I wanted to adopt. Say what you will about my general preference in dogs, maybe it’s an Asian thing or maybe it’s just me, but this maltese/shih tsu mix just kind of spoke to me. So I paid the adoption fee in an Amazon donation, and shortened to Chase, was now my dog.