5/1/91 - 3/8/03

I already had a small two year old dog named Joy, but I wanted her to have a companion when I would be out, so I started to look for another puppy, but they were all going to be too big for Joy.  My niece's husband, Rich, had been helping me look for another dog.  I told Rich I would probably have to get a Yorkie, because they were about the size I needed to get.

One day in August 1991, Rich called me to say he had just seen a small dog taken by the Humane Society from an apartment building because the residents could not have a pet.  Rich asked the lady what kind of a dog it was and she said she thought it was a Yorkie, so Rich said he had an aunt that was looking for a small dog.  She told him she had to take it back to the office and if nobody adopted it, he would be put to sleep.  I told Rich I really didn't want a male dog.

The next day Rich walked into my house with the ugliest, stinkingest dog I had ever seen.  Also, he was not a Yorkie, but would probably be twice the size of Joy.  Rich started to leave and I told him I didn't want the dog, but Rich said it was an early birthday gift and he walked out.  I gave the dog a bath and tried to brush his hair, but it was so matted that I couldn't brush him.  I called the groomer and said I had a new male dog that would need his hair cut to the skin and I made an appointment to take him the next morning.  I was asked his name, but, of course, I hadn't had time to even think of one and the only thing I could come up with was Ugly.

Well, after he was groomed, Ugly didn't really look ugly -- he was cute!  When my niece saw him that day she said he was a lucky dog because he would have been put to sleep.  So, that day his name was changed to Lucky.

Lucky was a lover -- he loved everybody he met and all the neighbors loved him.  Several years later he had to have two knee operations, but other than that he was a healthy dog.

Then on March 8th, I found him dead on a chair in the living room.  He apparently had just passed away, because his body was still warm.  He looked so peaceful, like he was sleeping.  I held him and told him how much I loved him and would miss him.  I called my niece and her and her husband came over.  It was ironic that Rich picked Lucky up at the Humane Society and he was driving Lucky and me to the Humane Society to have Lucky cremated.

Lucky, my wonderful companion, friend and protector, what will I do without you?  There are so many things I will miss:

Every time I'd come home, I would find you at the door, wagging your tail and howling with joy because Mommy was home;

Cleaning your eyes and brushing your teeth every morning and then you running to where the biscuits were kept;

Going outside with me to get the newspaper every morning;

Telling you that I was going for the mail and having you run around the corner and meeting me by the mailbox;

How much you loved to go for a ride in the car, wearing your harness and strapped in with the seatbelt;

Throwing your ball and having you bring it back to me to throw again and again until one of us got tired of playing fetch;

When I was working in the yard, seeing you watching me through the window;

Your long beautiful eyelashes that I loved;

Sitting next to me on the couch watching TV with your head on my lap and you barking at the TV when an animal was on;

You sleeping next to me on the bed every night.

There are so many things that will remind me of you and all the good times we had together.  I just wish it could have been for a longer period of time.  You were such a wonderful happy dog and had such a great personality.

Joy and I will miss you always.  Until we meet again at Rainbow Bridge--

Love forever,

Mommy