Nanci Wakefield is one of those rare, wonderful, red-headed,
fiery, take-no-prisoners kinds of people.
I just love her. We met when she
walked into the Chamber of Commerce in my little slice of heaven we call Gig Harbor
and announced she wanted to join so she could promote her new business “Pet to
the Vet.”
Before her new venture, Nanci was a nurse. To say that she was suffering from a high
degree of burn-out is a complete understatement. Suffice to say, after a couple of back injuries,
and long hours, Nanci
decided to take a different path.
When I think of Nanci , I
think of the Robert Frost poem, “And I took the road less traveled by and that made
all the difference,” and in Nanci ’s
case, those words are supremely true. At
our meeting, I recognized a kindred spirit, or at least someone that I hoped to
be like one day; strong-minded, independent and fearless. She loved her dogs with a fierce
passion. Not just her own, but those she
was responsible for transporting to and from the vet, those she checked in on, and
a few various cats along her daily route.
Nanci helped get my dog, Chelsea, to Brookside Vet or to the groomers at the Purdy
Prison Pet Partnership. Chelsea pranced, I mean
actually trotted and skipped out the door and down the steps on the days Nanci
took her out for the day.
After a while, it became ritual that Nanci
lingered for a cup of coffee with me on the mornings she took Chelsea to the groomer or to the vet. When I stopped working at the Chamber of
Commerce and my big pregnant self sort of lumbered about the house, Nanci would often stop by
in the morning and we’d sip a cup or two of “joe” together.
How did you get this
way? I asked. How did you come to trust
your instincts and have the courage of your convictions? Did your animals help you learn this?
“Well,” she said, “Animals are great teachers. They
love you unconditionally and accept you where you are. You don’t have to be
anybody with a great big title. You
just have to be kind to them and take good care of them,” she explained.
As her story unfolded, I learned that her animals and two of them in particular were the greatest catalysts for love and change in her life.
The first, Chewbacca, or Chewy, is a great furry bear of a
dog. He is of unknown parentage, given
that he was discovered in a ditch by her house with the rest of his
littermates.
“He was found the week that my husband and I were in California cleaning out my
dad’s winter place after he died,” she explained.
While Nanci was away in California, her daughter was
house-sitting and got the call from a neighbor who expected to reach Nanci. They needed to know what to do about a litter
of puppies found alongside the road nearby.
Nanci’s daughter, who inherited her mom’s keen love of animals, offered
to take the pups and soon had a makeshift nursery and puppy adoption center
percolating nicely in Nanci and Larry’s beach house living room.
“She found homes for all of the puppies except one by the
time Larry and I got back,” Nanci
said, smiling at her daughter’s ingenuity.
“I took one look at this round fur ball prancing over to me and that was
it, he was mine.”
We all have a special language with our pets. However, dogs in particular try to reach out to us in the way they communicate.
"He made these throat noises just like the character Chewbacca did, you know, the one from Star Wars,” she said. “It was so unique the way he tried to express himself, that eventually, he became Chewy, just like Han Solo shortened his friend’s name.”
He quickly got comfortable with life at Nanci and Larry ’s beach house and loved walking the
beach and swimming in the water. Nanci noticed other
unique traits about him as well,
“He sometimes does things that are so unique and un-doglike,” she said. And, despite telling herself that it was just her grief and wanting to be close to him still, the similarities between Chewy and her father continued to amaze her.
“Larry and I laughed often with each other that Dad really
had come back as he promised, as one of our dogs.”
After a long while, they accepted Chewy’s idiosyncrasies as
part of daily life and didn’t talk as much about the reincarnation-thing, as
she puts it. However, in Nanci ’s eyes, those
suspicions were confirmed one day as she went through one of her Dad’s old
trunks. She’d brought it back with her
from his house in California . It was first owned by her grandmother, used
when emigrating from Ireland
to the U.S.
nearly 100 years before. So this great
keepsake stored her grandmother’s and later her father’s most precious
treasures.
“My father always talked about his favorite dog when he was growing up,” she explained. “He never had a picture to show us of them together and always regretted not having one, even though cameras were pretty rare for anything but formal portraits when he was a child.”
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“It was my father and his favorite dog and it looked just like Chewy,”
Life with Chewy changed her, and gave her a special wonder of life that exists all around her. When her nursing career took a steep nose dive due to overwork and injuries, she knew immediately it was time to take a break.
“About that time, our other dog, Kai, began having trouble with his leg,” she said. “It was such a blessing that I was a stay-at-home dog mom, because when we found out it was cancer, he became my full-time job.”
The veterinarian and the specialist they were referred to for Kai’s care both felt strongly that his cancer was recoverable, given the proper treatment. However, that treatment involved radiation and chemotherapy at a specialty clinic nearly 70 miles away. Nanci and her husband decided that Kai, as their beloved pet, was going to receive that care and she dutifully made the trek, up to three days a week.
Given all her time there,
“I learned that a lot of people would get their pets to this clinic and had made the commitment to get them well, only to learn that treatment included several rounds of radiation or chemotherapy per week. Unlike me at the time, these people had jobs and other responsibilities that absolutely prevented them from such a tremendous commitment. If I hadn’t been available to transport their animals for care, their only other decision was euthanasia.”
So, along with gaining a great wonder at the mysteries of life and heaven,
A couple of years later, our legislature passed a vicious
dog law that soon quadrupled Nanci’s business and personal insurance
rates. By that time Kai was healthy and
happily playing at the beach house again, not needing regular treatments
anymore. Along with that, cars kept
hitting her van as it was parked along the roadside. She took the hints from above and closed her
beloved business. By this time she felt
restored and ready to return to nursing and there she remains today.
Chewbacca and Kai now have a new charge, “Tracker” a black
lab puppy with big feet and a shared love of the water at Nanci and Larry’s beach house. Most
assuredly, Nanci ’s father and Nanci ’s legacy of love will continue far into
the future, along with a deep sense of revelry and appreciation for the things
we can only touch with our hearts.
After a long-and-windng road, I finally tracked Nanci down after nearly stalking her on
Facebook, which she checks only once a millennia. Then, better yet, I ran into her and Larry at the
Gig Harbor Farmer’s Market. They are
doing fine, still living in their little slice-of-heaven beach house, with two
new dogs who are now a well-established part of the family.
I’m looking forward to dropping by to say “hello” and meet their
welcomed additions.