Chase was a great friend and companion. He was there for me when I lost both my parents. He could sense that I was sad and he would sit with me. He had the best personality. He would see me off to work and than be at the door when I came home. He loved to go outside, when ever I would pick up his leash he would run to the back door. He would run out over the grass and he would talk and talk. He would chase the bugs in the grass and would stalk the birds. The one funny thing about Chase was that you always knew when he pooped he would come running out and run through the house as happy as can be. It always made me laugh no matter what kind of day I was having. I had Chase for 13 wonderful years, until I lost him to cancer. I will never forget him and I will always love him. My life is very empty now and I hate walking through my door because I know he will not be there.

Suzanne K.