Our boy Chance was 13 years old when he
went to the bridge, as sweet and generous of heart as ever. But it was
his time and we had to let him go. Our sweet boy.
When Chance was only a few months old and
tiny and afraid, he would come sit on my feet and lean up against my
shins. I remember when he was about two --crazy with health and happy--
we took him with us to the country to cut down a Christmas tree. The
snow was as tall as he was, but he leapt about in it with such a grin on
his face, completely in his element. When Chance needed to go outside in
the middle of the night, there was no demanding bark... he'd come to the
bed and give the softest "rrowww" to let us know. He loved to
ride in the truck. He loved most of all when we were all together as a
family-- there would be a big smile and a big sigh of contentment.
Chance suffered all the pokes and prodding with great grace-- if I did
hurt him accidentally he would tenderly lick my hand. He was soft and
beautiful, with the Sammie dense bright white fur, long white eyelashes,
brown eyes and constant smile. Chance always kept his tail up. He was
very much a puppy all his life.
I never knew until now the deep and
almost unbearable ache that comes when there is suddenly a chasm in your
life so big and broad. I feel I would give anything to have him back.
Diabetes didn't take Chance. It was age
and arthritis and sickness, but not the diabetes. Chance was winning
that battle.
Chance, play with great joy, wherever you
are. You were a loving and good friend all your life. We miss you.
Please visit Chance's
tribute page:
www.tangleworld.com/Chance2
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