Our Tribute to CHANCE
I stood looking out the window thinking of you little one.
As I prepared your wrappings and your bag I couldn’t help but wonder if there were words to justify just how much happiness you brought into our lives.
I will do my best for you our little girl…..I promise.
Your Mom found you way down in Florida Chance, she never laid an eye on you but she knew you were the little one that her heart desired.
I watched your Mother during the time it took to have you flown to us, she was just like all mothers waiting for the new life to enter her world, Your Mom said “she’s here, she’s at the airport” and out the door she ran.
Your Mom rushed you home and with every piece of tape removed from your carrier her eyes gleamed, she couldn’t wait to get you into her arms and there you were, she held you so gently as if you were Precious and Chance, you were precious, such innocence, such beauty, I have never seen such love from your mom Chance than on that day.
I watched your mom feed you, getting up every 2 hours to attend to your needs, to assure you were alright and we both watched you grow into a beautiful young lady.
Your mom taught you to say many things Chance and she taught you to be polite to others, she wanted the best for you and provided you the best cage, the best toys, and assured you were with us during each meal, she bought the best veggies and fruits and kept you close to her at all times.
You made us so very proud of you Chance, you were so kind to others, always allowing them to hold you, never once did you ever bite anyone.
Your mother took you with her to stores and other places where she could show others your pure beauty.
Chance, your mother & I thank you from the bottom of our hearts for all the love you gave to us unconditionally.
Thank you for bringing such happiness into our world.
We pray the good lord extends his hand to welcome home a FLYER.
We love you Chance, Fly free little one.
Mom & Dad.
Gone from My Sight
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side
spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and
starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty
and strength. I stand and watch her until at length
she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where
the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says: "There, she is gone!"
"Gone where?"
Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in
mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and
she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her
destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the
moment when someone at my side says: "There, she is gone!"
there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices
ready to take up the glad shout: "Here she comes!"
And that is dying.
