Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Lucky....(my dog, not fortune)
He is a pup we rescued from the local animal shelter about nine years ago. We named him Lucky because we picked him out of a group of about eight similar pups, brought him home, and had a whole afternoon of "Kodak moments" with my then 11 year old son, before he became lethargic. The next day we took him to the vet because he would not eat and appeared to be sick. The vet diagnosed parvo and $500 later we had our puppy back. A very "Lucky" puppy.
He is about 9-10 years old now and has had a good life running unhindered through the woods and trails around our property. We often go for walks. He rarely lets me out of his sight when I'm outside and doesn't tolerate strange vehicles or strange dogs. I have often worried about how empty our yard would seem without his presence.
The sad thing about having a dog is they rarely outlive you. If I'm lucky he will live another 5-8 years. He has already learned that he gets a better scratch when he comes to my left side. It is almost as if he knows I'm ill.
He brought me a gift the other day.
A deer leg that some "Bambi-killer" had left in the woods nearby. He was so proud as he pranced around the yard with that look-at-me body language.
He is a good dog. I wonder if he'll miss me.