Pet-Peeves: Winston, the blind Bulldog I lived with wouldn't make nice... but we never blamed him... he couldn't help being an old grouch!
Favorite Toy: duh...Ball?
Favorite Food: anything and everything, but I was allergic, so they tell me
Favorite Walk: no walking, just running ;)
Best Tricks: looking pitiful in my e-collar...and using it to scoop up my BALL
Arrival Story: I'll let my foster Mommy tell the story ..........
"Lucky was a transport of mine for Golden Retriever rescue. She had been kennelled at a vet's office for 11 days. When I picked her up.... peeeewwwwy... she REALLY needed a bath before I delivered her to her foster family. I took her to my groomer and while there discovered that Lucky had a hematoma the entire length of one earflap, severely infected ears and infected feet! I took Lucky to MY vet for emergency treatment, and then took her home overnight JUST until she could be seen by another vet the Rescue used... yeah, right ... lol. An amazing incident occured that night... (see diary entry " Contact From Beyond the Bridge) and we decided to foster Lucky through her medical treatment. It took 4 long weeks, with repeated vet visits, medicines, a drain in the earflap, new food ... and a new name ... Lucky Lucy, or just plain Lucy. What a sweet girl"
We "officially" adopted this sweet girl the day after we took her to Naperville's Last Fling. The Golden Retriever rescue had a booth at the festival, and Lucy was a big hit with everyone who stopped by. But, her Daddy kept cringing every time someone said "this is one of our FOSTER dogs, Lucy". In the car on the way home he said "enough of this foster dog stuff. Fill out whatever you need to fill out and send it in. Lucy isn't going anywhere!" So Lucy officially became Daddy's Girl, and we received her paperwork at the Rescue's annual picninc on Sept. 23rd. We were so very lucky to be able to keep "Lucky" Lucy!!!!
Bio: TO HONOR OUR PRECIOUS GIRL...
On December 8, 2007 LuckyLucy was diagnosed with a tumor in her chest located in an inoperable position. With the help of our wonderful vet, Dr. Trudy Mullings, we were very blessed to have eight more months with our precious girl. We ask that any contributions made in LuckyLucy's memory go to the rescue that saved her life--As Good as Gold--Golden Retriever Rescue of Northern Illinois. Since May 2003, As Good as Gold has rescued over 900 Golden Retrievers. At any given time, they have 30-35 dogs, males and females, from six months to upwards of 14 years of age; being cared for in the private homes of foster volunteers.
A wise man once said "When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight". We choose to remember the day you came into our lives, not the terrible day that you left...
Sweet LuckyLucy celebrates her 12th Birthday/Gotcha Day (3rd at the Bridge) on July 31st. Here's the story of how she joined our family:
"We lost our heart dog, HoneyBunny, quite suddenly in June 2006. At the end of July 2006, we brought a rescue transport, LuckyLucy, home for just one night.
LuckyLucy was laying on a daybed with my husband while he watched TV. Suddenly, LuckyLucy jumped off the daybed and quickly started to dig around underneath, behind a row of storage boxes. She was digging and digging... stretching her paws as far as she could reach along the wall. We could hear her nails scratching frantically on the hardwood floor... we had no idea what on Earth she was doing!
LuckyLucy popped up and jumped back onto the daybed. In her mouth was an empty 2-liter plastic bottle from soda. She proceeded to calmly chew on the bottle until she had the cap off, and then stretched out for a nap.
My husband looked at me and I looked at him... goosebumps running up and down our arms and tears forming in our eyes. That bottle had been left by HoneyBunny... before she became ill, cap dysection had been a favorite past time. HoneyBunny must have pushed the bottle underneath the daybed behind the boxes... possibly to save for later or?
We hadn't planned on expanding our pack so soon, but it was as if HoneyBunny had sent us a message from beyond... "this one... keep this one...". How did LuckyLucy know to jump off the daybed? How did she know what to find and what to do with her find? And why, in the two years that she lived here, did LuckyLucy never play with plastic bottles again--dropping them out of her mouth the instant she was given one? I think only LuckyLucy and HoneyBunny know the answers...
(As luck would have it, Mum was taking some pictures of our "overnight" guest, and captured this amazing incident in two photos shown above.)
Happy Gotcha Day, sweet girl. Today we celebrate your love and the love you gave to all who knew you.
Old man, hospital bed
The room is filled with people he loves
And he whispers don't cry for me
I'll see you all someday
He looks up and says "I can see God's face."
"This is my temporary Home
It's not where I belong
Windows and rooms that I'm passin' through
This was just a stop,on the way To where I'm going
I'm not afraid because I know this was
My temporary home."
strikes so many of our Dogster friends over time. Sometimes our pals have led a full and happy life when they get the word. Sometimes it strikes when life has barely begun. Some breeds, like Golden Retrievers, have a terrible survival rate. Some pups fight the good fight and win many more years with those who love them. Some pups never get that chance.
So hug your pups and cherish every second with them. Life is too, too short... and the life of dogs even shorter. In the words of Sir Walter Scott
"I have sometimes thought of the final cause of dogs having such short lives and I am quite satisfied it is in compassion to the human race; for if we suffer so much in losing a dog after an acquaintance of ten or twelve years, what would it be if they were to live double that time?"