Chase
This is a post i made on facebook. I've cried so much i have a headache but still wanted to share with DU, my little home on the web.
I had the urge for a chihuahua and found some in the Recycler. So we drove over to Paramount or somewhere off the beaten path to look at the puppies. They had a boy and a girl, and I wanted a girl. But the boy was smaller and as I approached him, he rolled over on his back and it was all over.
I was in love. He weighed all of 2 1/2 pounds. So I chose the boy and decided to let my son name him. But then I nixed the first name he came up with, so he said, "how about Chase?" and I liked that. This was in June 2004.
Chase was a joy of a dog with the disposition of a saint. He loved cats, dogs, and people without reservation. If you could bottle this dog's disposition you could be a multi billionaire, he was that wonderful. He was the reward for a long days' work, standing at the door with every part of his body wagging. He sprinted to the food bowl. Sometimes if it took too long to get his food he would squawk. He slept with me every night and was by my side through most of the days.
I wanted to breed Chase, so he could pass on that lovely disposition, but it was not to be, as one of his testicles never dropped. The condition if not treated carries a huge risk of cancer, so Chase was fixed without ever being with a woman. I don't know that he missed it though, he was such a happy dog. Until recently.
We said good-bye to Chasie today. I lost my best friend. He lost all his joy, his appetite. He couldn't walk straight. But mostly as we sat together through the day all day felt him saying to me, "I'm tired."
He got very tired and lost his joy. We took him to the vet 2 days ago and the doctor looked at his labs and noted borderline anemia, abnormal kidney and liver function, neurological deficits. She said "Old age is not a disease."
But it took him out regardless.
I had to wrestle so hard with the decision to let him go, because he probably would not have died today, tomorrow, maybe not for weeks. But all the life had gone out of his life.
Chase: 30Mar2004 - 09Dec2019. His little box of ashes will have those dates and the inscription, "The best dog there ever was"
Pictures at link. I can't figure a way to get the image on this post.
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It sounds like he found the best family for him.
I am so sorry for your loss. 
Chase was loved deeply and fully. Which is why your heart is so broken now. I know this feeling all too well.
Try and remember it's also why his all too brief life (in respect to ours, their guardians) was so filled with joy and happiness! You made his life the joy it was and without you he'd quite possibly not have been as loved, spoiled and worshiped. He'd also not have had such a peaceful passing. It takes truly a deep love to know when it's about them and their comfort and joy, not our just our pain of letting them go. I commend you, and I cry with you tonight for being a truly loving pet parent to Chase.
My heart is heavy with you tonight. It's never easy loving our fur babies like we do at the end of their lives, but it's still our love which reminds us of our duty to them.
Peace and love to you, barbtries. 
I'm weeping. What a lovely little friend. My baby, a rescue chihuahua mix turned ten in October and I know I will come close to death myself when she has to go. I am so sorry you had to let Chase go but I understand. I hope you find comfort in the happy memories he left behind. Sending love and hugs. ❤
