This is the journey that started Chance’s Dream Animal Rescue. Before there was Chance, there was Jake.
I have read many rescuers’ stories telling how they would bring animals home as kids, nurse them back to health and find these animals homes. They always knew what they wanted to do when they grew up. I was not that kid. I didn’t grow up with pets because my parents weren’t animal people and my mom is allergic to, well, everything. I always loved animals and owned lots of dog and cat stuff (i.e., stuffed animals, pictures), but never the real thing. Jake was my first experience with a dog…I was 26 years old.
My boyfriend found a purebred Rottweiler puppy for sale in the newspaper that he just had to have. We went to the person’s home and met the gorgeous, purebred Rottweiler father, not the mother. He chose an adorable 3 month old male pup that we named Jake on our way home. It didn’t take long to see that Jake wasn’t purebred, and my boyfriend lost interest. After a long, unhappy story we broke up, but I kept Jake. I still believe I got the better end of that deal. Jake was my best friend, protector and the best darn snuggler anyone could ask for. He truly made my life complete. Jake was about 1½ years old when he started getting sick. I took him to different vets, struggled through several diagnoses, and tried numerous medications with no positive result. He would get better for a little while, then sick again. The next two years were highly emotional and incredibly expensive, but I never considered giving up on him. He was my little boy, the love of my life, and I was going to do whatever was necessary to take care of him. Jake was 3½ when he died of leukemia. The vet got the test results back the day he died. I couldn’t believe he was misdiagnosed for 2 years. My heart was broken. I was certain I could never go through such a painful journey again.