Chante was my sons dog, then became mine, we brought her down here when we moved down 4 years ago, she did not do well, she was old, she had a wonderful life. I adopted a local dog Sheba, she was poisoned , meant for the dog next door, they went to heaven togather. She died in my arms. Now I have Jack, big friendly guy, he was about dead when I got him, skin and blood disease, skinny and bleeding everywhere, most thought he would never make it, with lots of love, months of injections and medicine that he will always have to take he is my new best friend. Every day we pass the graves of my other two best friends on our run.