Going back from an episode of my youth of when "the horsey died" during a tv show, I am a known crier during movies. However I never cried through a whole movie or even enough to warrant three hankies.
That was until I saw Taking Chance.
From the opening credits of darkness with his death to the end credits when we finally see Chance from home footage of him as a child, I was a blubbering mess. I had a tissue at hand - or more acurately at nose and eyes - for all 80 minutes.
A long 80 minutes and yet so heartbreakingly short.
For like in the movie where his escort felt like he was still alive while he is still on his final trip home, somehow he still lived during the movie.
Until he is finally home for the last time. And with a last salute is gone.
Just writing this has made me a sobbing mess once more - another tissues is needed.
Maybe two.
For I miss Chance - a person I never knew and will never know - too.
