Goodbye to my brother Chase, the consummate survivor.

I miss those great big cherub eyes, your disastrous fat tail and clumsy giant paws. I miss your enormous and heavy head on my lap, your horrible farts in the middle of the night, your loud-ass snoring, your James Earl Jones sounding bark, your impatient howling when its dinner time, your morning wake up sneeze on my face. I miss everything about you buddy.

Remember how I used to sing Puff the Magic Dragon to you? Well right now, I feel like I'm Puff and you're Jackie Paper.