Farewell Lucky You Wonderful Rescue Dog
There is an old saying that things happen for a reason. This definitely applied to our last rescue dog Lucky, who sadly passed on last month aged 15 1/2.
Prior to sharing our life with Lucky, we had 12 wonderful years with Marty a large dog with a mass of black fur (picture a wookie with four legs), heartbreaking when we lost him and we said we would never get a black dog again as it was that upsetting.
Six months after we lost Marty our eldest persuaded us to go to the rescue centre, many cages, dogs jumping up and down barking.As we approached one cage Lucky was curled up at the back, he stood up walked slowly forwards and licked my hand, a BLACK coated retriever cross.
That was that, love at first sight, we didn’t pick him he picked us.
We adopted him at age of 18 months, painfully thin but over the next 13 years there was that much laughter and happy memories and unconditional love. A beautiful spirit.
When my time comes and I cross the rainbow bridge and see my dogs are running towards me I know I’ve reached heaven.
I write this with tears in my eyes but write this in the hope that more rescue dogs be given a chance.
There is room in my heart for another fur baby.
Enjoy your time with your dogs