This morning I woke up to find a terrible thing.

Chance, a companion of just under nine years, passed away last night. I adopted him from the Denver Dumb Friends Leage on November 1994 in Denver Colorado while I was still driving trucks. He got to see alot of country in those short couple of months before I quit driving. Afterwards, he was always by my side pretty much everywhere I went in travel. He came down with me to Texas a year later when I relocated to a better job despite some people trying to get me to get rid of him due to having to move into an apartment initially. I wouldn't hear of it. His favourite place to curl up at night was right along the back of my legs, resting his head on my ankles. Always smiling, and always happy, he never met a soul that he didn't like. While I don't know what hs exact age was, he still seemed to young to be gone already. I'm still surprised of the suddenness.

Goodbye old friend, you left way too soon.

Chance - 1994 - 2003