A while back SWMBO and I were out of town. My son called to tell us that we would be dog-sitting for a few weeks while a bad situation at his friend's house was being worked out. The dog was not being treated well by one member of the household. That "few weeks" turned into 12 years. Chopper never left.
We nicknamed him Chopper because he would snap at certain people, mostly men, including me. We could not let the neighborhood kids pet him. It took a few years before he trusted me enough to let me pick him up. He would tighten up into a defensive stance, ready to pounce and bite. He drew blood a few times. SWMBO could do whatever she liked to him, but not me.
I'm not a patient man, but he taught me to be. I never gave up. Eventually he graced me with his trust, even curling up next to me every now and then. Maybe the miles of hikes in the woods and the years of people food snacks helped a bit. Of course, if SWMBO was around, I didn't even exist. ;-)
Now, at about 15 years old, his time was up. The Big C. Later today he'll be buried in one of SWMBO flower beds in the back yard.
I'm sad.