Many of you who have braved the 12 steps know how helpful a canine companion can be on the journey. I adopted Chance almost seven years ago, about two weeks after my last sip. When I didn't know what to do with my "spare time", he was there. When I had panic attacks because I didn't know how to handle anxiety Chance would lay down next to me and "absorb" the anxiety. Throughout those seven years, I haven't really needed or wanted a close friend or confidant other than my wife and Chance. Today, we made the tough decision. Chance can barely walk (we didn't get him as a puppy), his skin is in terrible condition, and when I took him to get checked out so he could get some pain meds to keep him comfortable I was told by the vet that the huge lump on his chest is not a fat deposit, but "something else". Chance will be going to the vet the last time Thursday evening. I have made this decision in the past, but it has never hurt this much. When I was fighting my demons, Chance was the one holding me by the leash. He absorbed so much of my pain, anxiety, and fear that I had no choice but to succeed in my walk. I now have my beautiful daughter as a reminder of my duties to myself and my family, but it was Chance that warded off all the negatives so I could concentrate on the positives. Bye Chance, thank for my life.