Yesterday was a really hard day. Today is still difficult. But yesterday, I had to say goodbye.

Goodbye to my 16 year old dog, Chance. Chance has been a (furry) part of my family since I was 10 years old. He lived a long, hopefully good life.
Although it has been a long time coming, it was really hard to say goodbye. After I got the phone call from Dad letting me know it was time to put him down, I went over there to see him, pet him, and let him know he was loved. I rode in the backseat with him on the way to the Humane Society while he enjoyed the breeze on his face, scratched his back and his ears. And went through all the Kleenexes I had stuffed in my pocket.
I really didn’t want to go, but Dad asked me to, and no one should have to do anything like that alone. I felt like it would have been selfish of me to say no just because it was going to be difficult. It got even harder when we were standing out front with Chance waiting for them to get organized and some ignorant lady walked by and asked, “Oh, are you taking him home?” Dad and I both hesitated before saying “No…” and rather than letting it go, she pressed on with, “Oh, he looks like a dog I was visiting yesterday so I thought he might be going home today.” I really wanted to tell her to shut up. But I guess in a way he was going home. Just to a different home, where there will be no more pain, where he won’t have to struggle to get up or climb the back steps.
The lady who was going to do it came out to talk to us and let us know what was going to happen and give her “comforting” pep talk. They don’t have the room available to allow you to be with them when it happens so she told us that she would give him a shot to take the pain way, and that she’d hug and love on him, and it would all happen very quickly and peacefully. Then she wanted him to watch us walk out the door so that she wouldn’t have to drag him away. I glanced over my shoulder on the way out the door, and that was heartbreaking. Dad and I waited in the car until it was over, and then we drove him home where Dad buried him in the back yard after I left.
So very, very hard.
Chance, you were a wonderful dog. I’m glad you could be with us for 16 and a half years. Love and miss you already, buddy. See you on the other side.



