I am still processing Chance's death and this post comes in pieces from my broken soul.
Chance was the fourth puppy born to Silver and Brut's litter and the hardest dog for me to let go. He was my heart and soul dog and his passing cuts the deepest out of our three that died.
Chance's eyes were like burning fires. They started out yellow than turned to an fiery amber. His eyes were dull and empty when his previous owner returned him. I watched those eyes turn to light and love. They were so sweet and full of life and passion.
I felt safe and protected in those eyes. They were our largest way of communicating. Chance's eyes spoke volumes in compassion, empathy and unconditional love.
Those eyes have saved my life over and over again.
13 years with these expressive, trusting eyes, taking care of me, even until the very end. When he willed himself in spite of the shot that was just given, to lift his head to give me his eyes, one last time.
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