Goodbye, Lucky Tuesday
In July of 2001, my parents adopted a dog after the vet told them not to get attached (that's Lucky as he appeared 10 days after they adopted him on the top left, and wow, freeservers. That's a hell of a flashback).
He was a neurotic, fun, loving, not-exactly-dog-friendly goofball. He was the dog who had to back out of the room. He was the dog who bit the (concrete) bear. He was a big crybaby.
He was confused by life, often.
He was in ur garden, snorflin the flowers.
He was also a pureblooded white shepherd. With that, unfortunately, came hip displacia. He'd been doing well enough on medication with TLC to make sure he didn't hurt himself. Yesterday, however, my father noticed that he was having trouble getting water from his dish. And he didn't eat (and this is a dog that, once he came to my parents, never missed a meal for any reason).
And then he tripped on their girl dog, and fell, and couldn't get back to his feet again.*
I'm sad. I will miss him when I go home. My parents are devastated.
* I am sad. But this is so typical of Lucky; he went out of their life much the same way he came in: clumsily.
He was a neurotic, fun, loving, not-exactly-dog-friendly goofball. He was the dog who had to back out of the room. He was the dog who bit the (concrete) bear. He was a big crybaby.
He was confused by life, often.
He was in ur garden, snorflin the flowers.
He was also a pureblooded white shepherd. With that, unfortunately, came hip displacia. He'd been doing well enough on medication with TLC to make sure he didn't hurt himself. Yesterday, however, my father noticed that he was having trouble getting water from his dish. And he didn't eat (and this is a dog that, once he came to my parents, never missed a meal for any reason).
And then he tripped on their girl dog, and fell, and couldn't get back to his feet again.*
I'm sad. I will miss him when I go home. My parents are devastated.
* I am sad. But this is so typical of Lucky; he went out of their life much the same way he came in: clumsily.