One of the biggest things I miss about having Chance, he always knew when I was having a PTSD flashback. I was triggered on Christmas day and it took more than two days to realize what was happening. With Chance there, that would have never happened. Zappa has never been a therapy dog to me. It was a pretty scary experience.
What helped me out of it? and how did I figure out what was happening? I went outside and there were dogs barking out in the neighborhood. That's when I snapped back to reality. It was a cool feeling, as I believe Chance and the gang were still helping me out in their own way. Revving up the outside dogs, which on a normal night you don't hear too many dogs, if at all, but tonight there were several. And while I miss the direct contact of my hand on Chance's fur, which always woke me up out of my nightmare, he was still there in spirit right next to me.
I've been pretty fortunate that I don't have many of these flashbacks anymore. Every so often one will hit, but this was definitely the longest one in a long time. Another reason to miss my boy. It was one of Chance's special gifts, as he wasn't certified or trained, he just knew me. Now it is time to trust Chance's spirit and let him guide me through the next PTSD episode because I know he is still here.