One-in-a-million…

Chance.

I lost my best friend on Saturday. My confidant, my support pillar, my protector, my snugglehound. He was the glue that held me together through LZ’s deployments while Sera was the heart. He watched over me, listened to me, tolerated my tantrums and begged for pizza crusts with his head on my knee while his drool soaked my pantsleg. He bent himself into pretzel-shapes out of sheer delight, wagging his tail nub madly as he squirmed, happiness evident in every wiggle and every grin. I understood without understanding that he would always be beside me, behind me, touching without touching, waiting and watching, anticipating my wishes, leaning on me when I needed the support, letting me lean on him when I needed to cry. He was a blessing.

He was my family’s guardian angel. I’ll miss you, Snoofhound. My one-in-a-million Chance.