We who choose to surround ourselves with lives even more temporary
than our own, live within a fragile circle,
easily and often breached.
Unable to accept its awful gaps, we still would live no other way.
We cherish memory
as the only certain immortality, never fully
understanding the necessary plan.
Irving Townsend
| Chip's Story |
Chip's Mom and her syblings were shot because the owner did not want them any more. He thought he disposed of all the little one but the next day someone noticed Chip peeking out of the dog house where she was hiding. She was hungry and very thirsty. Jim happened to stop by the dog catcher's place and he got Chip. They bonded right away.
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