Today is a bleak day here. Its fitting that its so cold outside. I feel like the weather is a reflection of my heart. My sweet Luke left me during the night to run in the fields near the Rainbow Bridge. Lukie would have been 10 in two weeks, and we expected to have years left to enjoy his goofy antics. We were eagerly anticipating a litter with him later this year. Luke was a big, soft boy, always eager to please. He loved to retrieve, loved puppies, and enjoyed water in all forms. He has produced many wonderful pups, including several who are working service dogs, and my little Lottie. The house is so different without him. I missed his booming bark as I pulled in earlier and his eager whines as I fed the other dogs breakfast. Even typing this, my lap is empty without his big head in the way of my arms. I can never thank Julie Mach enough for sharing this special boy with us. RIP Lukie. Ill miss you forever. The Captains Skywalker, JH, RN 1/21/05 - 1/8/15 There is one best place to bury a dog. If you bury him in this spot, he will come to you when you call - come to you over the grim, dim frontier of death, and down the well-remembered path, and to your side again. And though you call a dozen living dogs to heel, they shall not growl at him, nor resent his coming, for he belongs there. People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass bent by his footfall, who hear no whimper, people who may never really have had a dog. Smile at them, for you shall know something that is hidden from them, and which is well worth the knowing. The one best place to bury a good dog is in the heart of his master. --- Ben Hur Lampman 1925 ---
Posted on: Thu, 08 Jan 2015 16:31:29 +0000
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