September 15th 2012 2:52 am
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Lucas, I love you bubby...not one day goes by that I do not think of you and miss you. Logan has taken up your habit if getting up in the mornings with me. Not an easy task as you might remember he is not a morning pup :) he lays in the very spot you did. I see him sniffing the air like he is looking for something or something is there. I like to imagine it is you, coming to keep me company while I work out. I always ask him if it is you and he just looks at me. I say hello and tell you I love and miss you just in case. I know you and Sadie Mae are together and that makes me happy, gives me comfort. Have a wonderful birthday and know you are the greatest thing that ever happened to me. My two Golden beauties, my heart beats till we meet again. Love you angel Lucas
September 15th 2010 4:26 am
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Happy Birthday angel boy....it is so hard to believe you are gone. I see you still and feel you with me. I miss you so much!
I have so much I want to say however I am a blubbering mess just getting this out...I know in my heart you know it all...till we meet again you carry my heart. I love you, happy birthday!!!
March 15th 2010 9:00 am
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A dear friend sent this to my email....she spent countless hours writing to me and talking with me when I found out my Lucas had a brain tumor. My guy had a rough time of it and had seizures as a result of the tumor. I was devastated and terrified of being without him. He was my first dog...the love of my life and changed everything about me.
When you bring a pet into your life, you begin a journey - a journey that
will bring you more love and devotion than you have ever known, yet also
test your strength and courage If you allow, the journey will teach you
many things, about life, about yourself, and most of all, about love. You
will come away changed forever, for one soul cannot touch another without
leaving its mark.
Along the way, you will learn much about savoring life's simple pleasures
- jumping in leaves, snoozing in the sun, the joys of puddles, and even
the satisfaction of a good scratch behind the ears.
If you spend much time outside, you will be taught how to truly experience
every element, for no rock, leaf, or log will go unexamined, no rustling
bush will be overlooked, and even the very air will be inhaled, pondered,
and noted as being full of valuable information. Your pace may be slower -
except when heading home to the food dish - but you will become a better
naturalist, having been taught by an expert in the field.
Too many times we hike on automatic pilot, our goal being to complete the
trail rather than enjoy the journey. We miss the details - the colorful
mushrooms on the rotting log, the honeycomb in the old maple snag, the
hawk feather caught on a twig. Once we walk as a dog does, we discover a
whole new world. We stop; we browse the landscape, we kick over leaves,
peek in tree holes, look up, down, all around. And we learn what any dog
knows: that nature has created a marvelously complex world that is full of
surprises, that each cycle of the seasons bring ever changing wonders,
each day an essence all its own.
Even from indoors you will find yourself more attuned to the world around
you. You will find yourself watching summer insects collecting on a
screen. (How bizarre they are! How many kinds there are!), or noting the
flick and flash of fireflies through the dark. You will stop to observe
the swirling dance of windblown leaves, or sniff the air after a rain. It
does not matter that there is no objective in this; the point is in the
doing, in not letting life's most important details slip by.
You will find yourself doing silly things that your pet-less friends might
not understand: spending thirty minutes in the grocery aisle looking for
the cat food brand your feline must have, buying dog birthday treats, or
driving around the block an extra time because your pet enjoys the ride.
You will roll in the snow, wrestle with chewie toys, bounce little rubber
ball still your eyes cross, and even run around the house trailing your
bathrobe tie - with a cat in hot pursuit - all in the name of love.
Your house will become muddier and hairier. You will wear less dark
clothing and buy more lint rollers. You may find dog biscuits in your
pocket or purse, and feel the need to explain that an old plastic shopping
bag adorns your living room rug because your cat loves the crinkly sound.
You will learn the true measure of love - the steadfast, undying kind that
says, "It doesn't matter where we are or what we do, or how life treats us
as long as we are together." Respect this always.
It is the most precious gift any living soul can give another. You will
not find it often among the human race.
And you will learn humility. The look in my dog's eyes often made me feel
ashamed. Such joy and love at my presence. She saw not some flawed human
who could be cross and stubborn, moody or rude, but only her wonderful
companion. Or maybe she saw those things and dismissed them as mere human
foibles, not worth considering, and so chose to love me anyway.
If you pay attention and learn well, when the journey is done, you will be
not just be a better person, but the person your pet always knew you to be
- the one they were proud to call beloved friend.
I must caution you that this journey is not without pain. Like all paths
of true love, the pain is part of loving. For as surely as the sun sets,
one day your dear animal companion will follow a trail you cannot yet go
down. And you will have to find the strength and love to let them go. A
pet's time on earth is far too short - especially for those that love
them. We borrow them, really, just for awhile, and during these brief
years they are generous enough to give us all their love, every inch of
their spirit and heart, until one day there is nothing left.
The cat that only yesterday was a kitten is all too soon old and frail and
sleeping in the sun. The young pup of boundless energy wakes up stiff and
lame, the muzzle now gray. Deep down we somehow always knew that this
journey would end. We knew that if we gave our hearts they would be
broken. But give them we must for it is all they ask in return.
When the time comes, and the road curves ahead to a place we cannot see,
we give one final gift and let them run on ahead - young and whole once
"Godspeed, good friend," we say, until our journey comes full circle and
our paths cross again.