Missing Our Lucky Boy
It is three long years, almost to the hour, that our Lucky Boy, died in my arms.
His original owner had passed away and he was dropped off at a kill shelter in GA. Small Paws Rescue picked him up and took him to AL. I transported him on Father's Day 2006 to his new foster home. However, that lasted about 2 days. His foster home didn't want to keep him because he was chasing her cats and she couldn't study. I went to pick him up again. In the few short days he stayed at our house, we fell in love with him. Robin didn't even have to say a word. I had "THE LOOK." Now we would have FIVE BICHONS. Lucky became a permanent member of our house. Since his former "butler" was a man, he followed Robin everywhere. Robin was already hooked as well. He didn't have to say a word. They even went out on the back deck together in our 'non' smoking house.
We fostered Lucky until Christmas, 2006. We adopted him for Christmas before someone would take him from petfinder. He had started putting on weight even though we had put him on light food. I took him to another vet for a 2nd opinion. Someone there thought he might have cushings. I knew I was unique when I went back and the doc said "so, you're the one!" We refinanced our house that year. We had one fluffer with cushings, one with cancer, one with bladder stones and one with heart/neuro issues and one that was just fine (thank God)!
Our Lucky Boy was treated for cushings with the help of Hope Animal Clinic and Auburn University. Lucky even had an ultrasound. I remember his liver being enlarged.
I will never forget sending Robin to Walmart to get the Lysodren prescription for LUCKY PETER and they couldn't find it. They called it over the loud speaker. Even the people at the drive through heard it and were laughing. Robin came home with his tail between his legs.
Lucky ended up very sick. I remember bringing him home from the hospital with Vetsulin/syringes. Something new. He didn't seem like he felt that well. He wanted to go outside. I went outside with him. He smelled the grass and let the wind blow through his hair. He seemed so weak. I brought him back inside. He went to his favorite place and snoozed. Then he went upstairs and snoozed in his favorite place upstairs. He went to all of his favorite places as if it were his last day. He knew it before I did. He ended up passing away in my arms of pancreatic cancer that evening.
Even though we only had this special little boy for 11 months, I miss him like I had him 11 years. They leave such a big hole in our hearts. I miss his big dark eyes and his special kisses. I especially miss how he would sleep at the end of our bed at night. And, then when he would think we were asleep, I would feel him slowly creep up until he would be right next to me. He was so sweet. Only he and Sophie were afraid of thunder. I would only have to cover him with something and he would be fine. He so loved the look-out car seat in the car and in the house. No matter where I had them, there he was.
God bless our little Lucky Boy. We still miss you dearly.
Lots of love,
Heidi & Robin
Marco, Sophie, Sasha & Maggie
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