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RIP my dog, Chanterelle. August 2007 to July 2022

The 16th July 2022 has been the hardest day of my life, as today I said Rest in Peace to my dog Chanterelle.

I held my best friend and constant companion of nearly 15 year in my arms as she passed away at 8:20 this evening.

My dog Chanterelle (Chante)

Chante as she was called by all who knew here or her full name Fosscott Chanterelle by her Kennel Club name.

Chanterelle was my dog and my ex partner and I bought her as a puppy from a breeder in Wales in December of 2007 at the age of 16 weeks.

When I went to the breeders, I didn’t originally go to see Chanterelle but went to view some puppies, however the breeder let Chanterelle and her brother Candy into the room and Chante jumped on the sofa and just sat there looking at me.

I just remember reaching out and stroking her and that was it! Bonded for life.

The next thing I remember I was putting her in the back of my car, and she came home with me.

She was the easiest dog to train as she was very placid and happy to please, and within time she would help me to train other dogs over the years,

As my life progressed the one constant in my life was Chante and when relationships ended, she was there to cuddle up to me.

When I was down, she was there to make me happy.

And when I went to work, she came along and all but a few of my customers gladly welcomed her into their offices and would ask where she was when I didn’t bring her with me. She became my apprentice if you like.

She was my constant walking companion and was with me as I walked over 3500 miles of the British coast, the canals of Cheshire and Greater Manchester and the hills of the Cheshire peaks and Derbyshire. She probably did double the mileage to me as she was always exploring when we were out and walking.

Even in my social life she was an active participant and loved the attention and there will be a lot of sad people when they find out she is no longer with us.

She gave her loyalty, love and friendship to everyone she met and only asked for treats, a stroke or a cuddle in return.

On Saturday 16th July at 6pm she fell ill and by the time I had got her to the vets at 7:30 she was already in a state of shock and defecating uncontrollably and even though the vets gave her an IV drip and pain medication she died in my arms at 8:20pm.

I haven’t stopped crying since!

I’ve dug some images out from both ends of her life and this page is a memorial to a beautiful little dog who I will miss terribly for the rest of my life.

Time might ease the pain, but I will always remember you, Chante.

Love you my little dog. Rest in Peace. Mummy loves you and always will. <3

You never know who you’ll meet on a dog walk

I was working in central Manchester today and took, my dog, Chante with me and, when finished working we went for a walk around the city center.

As the city is very quiet I had Chante off the lead and as I walked down Portland Street a lady approached me and said “Hello, Merci” and said “What a beautiful Brittany”.

You don’t know how rare it is for the public at large to know what breed my dog is and I think in 16 years of ownership, this is perhaps the 3rd or 4th time I’ve had this happen.

Anyway, she made a monumental fuss of Chante and started speaking to her in French and ended up knelt down on the pavement stroking Chante.

We talked for a while as I could see she was quite emotional and was actually crying.

Turns out she is from La Rochelle and had a Brittany which was being looked after by her parents. She was due to go home in December but Covid and work meant she had to stay.

Unfortunately, her Brittany had died over the Christmas period and she wasn’t there to be with her.

We talked for about half an hour while she stroked Chante, I don’t know if this made things better or worse but she was distressed. Hopefully, she’ll phone me and I can take Chante to meet her for a walk with her before she returns to France.

Funny old world but hopefully Chante made someone feel better.

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