9.21.1997 ~ 7.28.2008

And this is what sucks about dogs; they just don’t live long enough. This guy put up a pretty good fight, though. Eleven years old, leg amputated and five doses of chemo didn’t keep him down, but the cancer finally got him.
I remember when this litter was born and from the beginning, Chance was my sister-in-law’s favorite ‘little man’. Her heart dog. Seems like yesterday.
I named him, by the way.
Goodbye, buddy. See you on the other side.



What a good boy…



















Prayers for your SIL
Run free at the Rainbow bridge Chance.