The deed has been done. Chance is asleep.

I have been crying since I got home yesterday, and I still don't know if the hurt will ever go away.

God, why did you have to make dogs, the one animal that seems totally capable of unconditional love, live so shortly? It's not fair.

I got the call from my mom this morning.

It's the end of the road for Chance this Saturday. I am besides myself with grief, and maybe just a touch of guilt. Mom told me she feels the same, but at the same point, I'm still not exactly happy with the outcome. So, I'll be in KC this weekend, but I'm not really going to feel like doing much, more than likely.

Mom's told me that he's not sleeping, and he's having more and more incontinence issues, and won't even eat on top of that, so maybe this is for the best. It still doesn't stop the pain. That's the problem. The pain is still there. And it hurts.

Sixteen years with Chance, at times, seemed like it was forever. Times like now, I realise how very little time that is.