Remembering Chance

Chance. My heart. My soul. I adopted him at age 2 on October 8, 2004. He went to be with God on January 3, 2016. Chance’s life started out rough and he never, ever forgot that he was saved by the kindness of humans on multiple occasions. Gratitude oozed from his being. I miss my spirit animal so much that it’s hard to breathe some days. Our connection was–and remains–extraordinary. Chance is forever my shooting star.

Giving thanks was something Chance did regularly

Giving thanks was something Chance did regularly


Chance's first beach partner, petite and older brother, Filbert

Chance’s first beach partner, petite and older brother, Filbert


Chance, the sand dog

Chance, the sand dog


Chance, the Frisbee dog

Chance, the Frisbee dog


Never did a dog idolize another as Parker idolized Chance

Never did a dog idolize another as Parker idolized Chance


Life is good!

Life is good!


Happy beach dog flirting with the camera

Happy beach dog flirting with the camera


Another day. Another beach. Another Frisbee.

Another day. Another beach. Another Frisbee.


Family portrait

Family portrait


Chance loved music and found a prime seat listening to his uncle play guitar and sing

Chance loved music and found a prime seat listening to his uncle play guitar and sing

Best friends

Best friends


Beach! I'm here!

Beach! I’m here!


Chance.  Oct 8, 2002 - Jan 3, 2016 Determination, gratitude, joy.  Thank you, sweet boy, for walking life's journey beside me. I am forever grateful for the gift of you.

Chance.
Oct 8, 2002 – Jan 3, 2016
Determination, gratitude, joy.
Thank you, sweet boy, for walking life’s journey beside me. I am forever grateful for the gift of you.