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Leave a bone for Lucky (In Loving Memory)
Nicknames:
Poopsey, Luck
Doggie Dynamics:
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Quick Bio:
Birthday:
February 1st 1992
Likes:
Squeaky toys, Me and the family, swimming, the beach, watermelon, food and attention.
Pet-Peeves:
Lightning, fireworks, gunshots or car-backfires, being left alone at night, the Vet.
Favorite Toy:
Squeaky toys! (She had around seven)
Favorite Food:
Watermelon, Meat and Lettuce
Favorite Walk:
To the park! But as she turned 14 I was scared to take her that far.
Best Tricks:
Sit, Lay, Paw, Speak, Fetch, Stay, Take Away (If she drops a toy in your lap and you don't feel like throwing it, you say "Take away" and she takes it away.) and Jump.
Arrival Story:
We found her on the beach in a plastic bag, almost to be taken up by the tide. She was very young when we found her and she had 4 other siblings. We kept the youngest, which was Lucky, and gave her sisters and brothers to family friends we could trust.
Bio:
When she came to her new home she was a good baby and hardly howled when we were asleep. She had a blanky she would guard from day into night, about 7 squeaky toys, and loved to run around the pool when you were swimming. She would nudge the toys into the pool so you had to throw them away, so she could chase them. A pretty smart trick, cause if you ignored it, she would follow you around by walking along the edge, ready to lick you too death if you approached the side. She was really smart, as is her breed; she could open doors, practically knew what you said, sat lady-like with her front legs crossed and even ate her lettuce lady-like (She teared them into pieces then ate them.)
She didn't mind it when my bird walked all over her, just as long as she got some bird-seed after. She loved bird-seed and watermelon the best. It was never safe to sit down without her running forward and licking your face all over, and she didn't mind it when you cried by her side. She'd just sit there, silent, patient while I hugged her to death. She never bit or never went all fierce, and she remained very-puppy like as she grew old. She waited outside by the gate for me to get home from anywhere I go, loyal and patient. She was still active, loved swimming, and what I liked best, she loved me.
When she started coughing really badly as she turned 14 we took her to the vet. She got a tumour surgery: a whopping 12 kilograms tumour had been growing in her stomach. But the pain-free days only lasted alittle while.
When we took her back to the vet we had a choice: let her stay with us, but she'd only last a few months, and she would drown in her own fluids. She would've been in pain all the way. How I'd love to say yes, yes keep her with me, for my sake. I just wasn't ready to let her go. But I didn't want her to be in pain all the way through. So we had to let her go.
I didn't cry as much as I thought I would. When she was here, the very thought of her not being here made me cry till my body couldn't produce the tears 'cos I dehydrated myself. We buried her out the front in the garden where she always use to lay from the hot sun, and still when I think of her all I remember is her cute, puppy ways, and how she use to sit there and cock her head to the side, ears up and alert.
I miss her. Alot. I hope you left happy... And just remember, I love you. You were one of a kind.
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October 14th 2006 6:34 pm
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Mum,
I am doing fine. I know you worry about me so many times and you are worried if you treated me right. When you found some puppy photos of me you cried again. But remembering the fun times we had is ok, mum.
Remember when your brother got me to play dead and he told you I was actually dead? Oh, how you cried and cried, then screamed when I jumped up to lick your face. You were so angry with your brother that you pushed him into the pool, but soon you were both laughing.
And remember Clive, the smiling dalmation with brown spots? He is up here too, still smiling. Remember how I use to get soooo jealous when you went over to pat him when you first met him? Well we get along good now.
Paris and I are bestest friends. We have alot in common and always play together. She has told me that when she met you, she immediantly jumped up and licked every inch of you. How I laughed at that.
And remember how I use to wait patiently at the gate for your return, and when you did get home I'd use to jump up and lick any skin I can find? I know whenever you walk through that gate you sometimes even look around for me and secretly call my name, clicking your fingers like you always use to, but inside you know I'm not there. But I am.
Lots of Licks,
Your beloved Lucky Dog.
October 12th 2006 1:35 am
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It has been a couple of months since my loyal friend has left this world. I have began to cry more and more, and everytime I enter my room I see her puppy pictures on my door on the huge poster-collage I made. It is normal to mourn, I know. I miss her sorely, and so do my friends. And my family. She definately was a loved pup; even strangers adored her sweet, playful nature. But just once more I'd love to see her, bury my head in her fur. Just once.
Those who have lost their dogs before, I am sorry for you. But you too know how I feel, and it is terrible. I can't bring myself to get another puppy, no matter how tempting or how many times I have been told too: that would be the same as replacing Lucky, which is just horrible! Whenever I see my friends, who are all dog lovers, or strangers playing with their dogs, I can't help but remember those times.
Again, I miss her sorely.
Lucky - I just hope you are having fun up there in doggy heaven. I am sure the pain is gone now, and you are probably more active than ever before. I just want to be sure, but I believe. I hope the watermelon and attention is plentiful - just like I promised. And I hope you don't see me cry over your loss. Everytime I see those photos of you it puts me on the edge of tears straight away. I love you, you were my best friend. Remember that.
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