Lucky didn't start out that way. He was definitely on the endangered list at the local shelter when Pat saw him and, just in the nick of time, his luck kicked in. A tough lady who was determined to save this guy went several rounds with the dog who had never had much of a life, who had lost all trust in humans, and she won bigtime. Once he knew he was safe and wanted, Lucky turned out to be the best of dogs. They're bonded so closely now, he and Pat, that he's able to read her like a book and he's usually way ahead of her in figuring out what she wants him to do and just goes ahead and does it! He opens crates to let the other dogs in and out and he closes them again! He nurses the strays Pat brings home, paying particular attention to clean ears as he grooms them. He knows which stainless steel bowl is his and he darned well won't eat until 'his' food is in 'his' bowl, real food, raw meat and bones. He is a character. He was. Lucky was almost seventeen and still going strong when his great heart failed him. He died in Pat's arms as he was gently helped on his way. He's running free, now, with an old friend, young again and tearing up the meadows beyond the Rainbow Bridge. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Until I see you again, my rambunctious, wonderful dog, carry my love as the lightest of burdens. Pat |
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