We adopted Chance in October of 2001, one day before he was scheduled to be put to sleep. That's why we named him "Chance." When my son and I first saw him, he was doing back flips against his cage door. We walked him to the office, and while I was completing the adoption paperwork, Chance urinated on my son's pant leg. We walked Chance out the door and Chris asked me what I thought. I told him that we would take Chance home and see how he did. Our house is some distance from the pound, and by the time Chris turned onto our street, Chance was car sick. I kept holding him upright, and he threw-up all over the truck seat.|
Well, so started our love affair with Chance. He was 1-year old when we got him, and he gave us over 15 years of unconditional love and joy. He was the best dog we have ever owned. He would bark to alert us when someone came to the door, but soon after meeting the person, his tail would wag and everything was fine. He never bit anyone. He hated to take car trips, but we brought him all across the United States, to Georgia, Minnesota, Kentucky, Wyoming, Utah, California and Arizona. He went everywhere with us. Even when he was old, people would comment to us, at rest stops, that he was a beautiful dog.
Chance's physical condition declined after Christmas. We knew he was in constant pain from his lower back, as his rear legs bowed when he stood up. We knew it was not fair to him, to keep him alive, after his zest for life was gone.
UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN...YOUR LOVING FAMILY,