If we are fortunate enough, we cross paths and are privileged to journey life for a time with another being who we connect with on a level so deep that it’s beyond even our own understanding. For me, that being was a dog named Chance. My heart. My soul.

I adopted Chance 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

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

Chance, the sand dog

Chance, the Frisbee dog

Never did a dog idolize another as Parker idolized Chance

Life is good!

Happy beach dog flirting with the camera

Another day. Another beach. Another Frisbee.

Family portrait

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

Best friends

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.