For the first time in over 8 years, when I came home from work tonight, there was no one to greet me. My sweet Lucky dog died this morning. He was full of life, right up to his last morning on earth. He got sick last night and this morning for the first time, had no desire to go for a walk or eat anything. He died while I was petting him, and while I’m heartbroken to lose him, I am grateful to God that he lived a full life right up to the end, and didn’t suffer. He was my son, David’s dog first and became my buddy when David moved out on his own in 2000.

Although he has been sick with lymphoma since February, he never lost his zest for life right up until this last day. Even yesterday, when we went for a walk he was thrilled to be outdoors, pulling hard to go further and faster. That made it all the harder to see him go down so quickly, and yet at the same time, I am so glad that he didn’t suffer and that he died at home, with me petting him. It is so empty in my house now, though. He was the spark of life running all through the house. We always called him “Puppy” because even though he was 11 years old, he still acted like a puppy. Christmas will seem strange this year without him. Everywhere after I set up the Christmas tree, he would gather up all his bones and spread them out under the tree, then lay there wagging his tail and grinning. He loved his Christmas collar, a plaid cloth collar with a gold bow tie and bell. I could go on and on, I have 11 years worth of special memories. He was my good puppy and good pal.

Mary Alice from PA