In this posting, I'm going to talk about Christmas last year. For most habitancy this is a time to celebrate and reflect back on all the good times we shared throughout the year. But for us, Christmas 2010 was not like any we'd had before.
It was our first Christmas with the diagnosis of Asperger's. The diagnosis did help construe why Jacob didn't like the holiday so much. It was the anxiety and lack of control. Jacob still has gifts from last year he hasn't opened. The day started out as usual, all of us in the living room, exchanging gifts. It was almost 10Am when I decided to get us coffee. I'm surprised I even go to Timmie's now. When I was coming home I noticed police cruisers had set up a type of perimeter in my neighbourhood. I concept what could be happening today? Then I saw the police cruiser by my house. I concept it was for a neighbour or something. It wasn't until I saw my wife Shannon's face. I felt sick. I knew the tragedy wasn't happening to a neighbour, it was happening to my family.
I don't think you can tell, but I needed some time to relax after typing that last paragraph. I haven't shared those details with anyone outside my family.
I ran past everyone and asked my wife what was going on? She did her best to explain. A knock came to the door and when she looked out she saw a microscopic girl. She concept it was our friend's daughter. It wasn't. It was a girl she'd never seen before. It wasn't until she opened our door that my wife Shannon saw the giant pit bull. But it was too late. The microscopic girl had found the pit bull wandering the streets and wanted person to call the Spca. She has a friend that lives next door and mixed up the 2 houses. 6 months earlier we had gotten a dog, to help be a companion to Jacob. Dogs are good with kids with Asperger's. So we got a microscopic poodle named Max. He was small and white. He was very smart and very well trained, he was only 2 years old at Christmas.
Another break.
Max went anywhere with Shannon. So of course he was at the door when she answered it. He'd had his first treat out of his new stocking. "The pit bull new he was there." My wife said. It had him before she could move. She was screaming for help, but it happened so fast there was nothing anyone could do. The pit bull was so big compared to Max, who was 7 pounds. When my wife and I had to go Id the dog, only then did I see it. It was huge. So huge that I didn't know if I could have done what my wife did. The pit bull shook Max. Please don't photo it. When I came in there was blood, pee and fecal matter anywhere in my hallway. You could tell by the shifting of all the stuff that something had happened.
My wife is my hero. Since the knock at the door came at Christmas, everyone wanted to see who was there. Even Jacob. My wife had to safe Jacob from the dog, he was only six feet away. She jumped on the back of the pit bull and started to choke it with its own collar. It was wearing one of those choking collars with the pegs that help teach a dog not to pull. My wife said she was on its back and it was so strong. But she was stronger. While strangling the dog she forced the giant pitbull towards the door. The blood from the pitbull's mouth, that came from Max, was smeared on the bench we have in the hallway. She now had to get the doors open to get the pitbull out. Then she pushed the pit bull and it ran off like nothing had happened. But something did happen. My poodle was torn apart right in front of my son, on Christmas day.
Another break, with a walk.
Let me say again, my wife is a hero. What would have happened had Jacob had one of Max's toys like so often before? I can't think about that now. My dear wife put her life on the to safe my son. That's a demand most men would like to have answered. At first, I on the other hand, did the unthinkable. I blamed her. Didn't she look? Didn't she see the dog? It didn't matter. I felt so bad later. I've apologise a million times since then. I saw my poodle laying in the kitchen, still breathing with red on his white fur. I didn't know what to do. I then concept of Jacob. He had run too his room. He was in the angle of his room, on the bed rocking and sobbing. He wouldn't let me near him. So I went back down stairs. The police, animal control and paramedics had been there request questions. I had some questions too.
I'm going to take a break after each paragraph.
So my wife and I took our dog to the urgency vet clinic. After a few trips and a combine heart attacks, my dog had to be put down. I would have put him down sooner, but before we left Jacob asked me to save his dog. I didn't want my son to lose his best friend on Christmas day. But he did. I put Max down at 6Pm. And we were out over 00 dollars. I didn't have to worry about that though. After all they found the dog and I would find out who the owner was, right?
Throughout the next few days I received lots of calls from habitancy contribution dogs. I told the Spectator our story and we were on Chch news. "A Christmas Tragedy" they called it. habitancy had no qoute seeing us and contribution support, but we weren't ready for a new dog. Then on December 27th we got someone else call, but this one was different. It was a lady named Nancy. Nancy was a poodle breeder and she was contribution us a new poodle. She said that she saw us on the news and had to help. She asked how we were? Did we want someone else dog? How is your son? I couldn't speak. I was crying, just like on the news. My wife had to field Nancy's questions. Finally we agreed to get a poodle from Nancy.
The new poodle we were set to receive, wasn't going to be ready until Valentine's day. So while waiting, we set out to find the owners of the pit bull. We went to the police. We did the free time of Info search. Both turned up nothing. The city wouldn't communicate the owner's identity. "It was a major invasion of someone's privacy" they said. The city chose to safe the pit bull's owner's and leave us in the cold. Hey, as long as the owner pays the fine to the city, what does the city care if I get our money back? It didn't matter to us though, we were getting a new dog.
Valentine's day was upon us before you could blink. What a winter storm in Nancy's neck of the woods. She was from Chatham, On. Nancy and her husband John drove 2 hours in whiteout conditions to see us and Jacob. We had never met them in person, but we felt so close. They came to us in our occasion of need, an event sometimes friends not might be there for you, but they were. And we didn't even know what they looked like.
The Spec was there to cover the event. "Chico and the Boy" was the title. That's what we named our little, black bundle. Ironically, I had a black poodle named Chico when I was a boy. Jacob had light in his eyes again. I hadn't heard him laugh or play like that for a while. Even a year later, as I sit and type this, they are wrestling right beside me, Jacob's been laughing the whole time.
Even while this horrible time, the worst in my life. Something gorgeous had happened. My relationship with my wife became stronger, if that was possible. And we became lifelong friends with Nancy and John. All 3 are heroes to me. Now my life is greater than ever before. This Christmas we'll be celebrating Chico's first Christmas with us and we'll be remembering the good times with our old dog Max. And I promise you this. We won't be opportunity the front door.
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