Good boy, Chance
It's sad to see a dog pass. It happens every time. Every 8 to 12 years, your best friend is taken away from you. The hardship is unbearable. I hate seeing this happen, but time takes its toll. Chance, my dog, for eight strong years, passed away tonight. If you've ever seen him, you would have thought he was way past his time. And this is more than just a simple loss. This is like losing a family member. Chance was like a third brother to me. He was a major part in the past 8 years of my life. He was my go-to for daily exercise, my excuse for not finishing my homework, and my playful pet that always had a mindset for not letting go. You could say "good boy" or "hey Chance!" and he would always give that friendly growl. You would walk into the house, and you could hear his chain as he ran to greet you at the door. When he was wagging his tail, you knew he was just as excited as you were. I'll miss going to the park and playing catch with him. A...