This is my old boy ‘Chance’ at 16 years – sadly he passed on not long after this shot. He was some crazy coote – having been rescued from a somewhat torturous life (dog fighting). He never fully recovered from those early beginnings, but did indeed ‘mellow’ with time. I love this shot of him as I feel it shows plenty of his soul and character.
Poor old Chance was used as a bait dog at only 8 weeks old, we rescued him at around 10 weeks, with a broken leg, eye hanging out of the socket and severe mange, lacerations and various holes and puncture marks all over his tiny little body.
We were told he would not make it – but he defied the odds.
Love and miss you old man. Fly Free on Silver Wings, Angel. x