04/09/2023
Dear Luka,
We are crying for our loss - you were our beautiful boy.
We are laughing at old videos of you throwing your head back - howling with us in unison.
A piece of our hearts is forever gone - you took it to remind us that life is short & fragile.
But we are still here and we know you would want us to smile and laugh and dance (man, you loved dancing) & play the music loud. You would want us to take a drive in the Westy - up the BRP - to watch the magic of Spring’s Awakening… but the trails will be lonely without you.
You are pure magic… and we will try to be the humans you were teaching us to be.
Tell Kingston, Dante, Warren & Zealous that we miss them.
Rest In Love & remember that you are my real boy
🌈🐾
“He is my other eyes that can see above the cloud; my other ears that hear above the winds. He is the part of me that can reach out into the sea. He has told me a thousand times over that I am his reason for being; by the way he rests against my leg; by the way he thumps his tail at my smallest smile; by the way he shows his hurt when I leave without taking him. (I think it makes him sick with worry when he is not along to care for me.) When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive. When I am angry, he clowns to make me smile. When I am happy, he is joy unbounded. When I am a fool, he ignores it. When I succeed, he brags. Without him, I am only another woman. With him, I am all-powerful. He is loyalty itself. He has taught me the meaning of devotion. With him, I know a secret comfort and a private peace. He has brought me understanding where before I was ignorant. His head on my knee can heal my human hurts. His presence by my side is protection against my fears of dark and unknown things. He has promised to wait for me… whenever… wherever – in case I need him. And I expect I will – as I always have. He is just my dog.”
– Gene Hill