Another Goodbye

We got Chance the day after my Great Dane/German Shepherd died. I wasn't sure I was ready to move on, but Dante was crying at being left alone. A local company was paying the adoption fees that weekend and we brought Chance home for the princely sum of $1.00. He had fleas. We named him Chance because he was on his third chance - he'd been found as a stray, and then someone had returned him because he wasn't housebroken. He spent a lot of time getting out of the yard to chase a scent - his record for being missing was 18 hours. In his later years as his eyes clouded over and his heart began to weaken, his lungs betrayed him with a persistent bronchial infection. We spent thousands on his medications - even an inhaler - to keep him comfortable and with us. Last night his breathing was more labored and short and I thought I was losing him - and this morning he passed away. My heart is broken.