It's been a month since my best buddy changed address. A very quiet month. A month without a happy furry guy greeting me at the door when I get home. A month without early morning or late evening dootie walks. A month without him waiting patiently (?) to lick my ice cream spoon.
I still can't believe Luke, Lukie-boy, The Lukester....he answered to them all...went from healthy to struggling for his life in just a few days....some sort of auto-immune system malfunction. I'd never heard of such a thing, and there was nothing I, nor veterinary specialists, could do to stop it. If something seemed like it might help, we tried it. And he fought bravely, too.
I have no idea if I'll some day be reunited with him or not. I sincerely hope that "Rainbow Bridge" thing is true. I'll be one happy guy if it is. To be surrounded again by Luke, Emma Belle, and Tara Belle (previous canine family members) would be amazing.
Take care Lukie-boy. I love you buddy. Rest up now while you can, 'cause we're going on some epic walks when I some day catch up.
S..."The guy what passes out the treats" :)