So I just learned today that my dog, Lucky, passed away yesterday morning on July 4th. I was told that he went peacefully in his sleep and was laying comfortably on the porch when it happened. I'm very sad that he's gone and will miss him very much but I'm happy to have met him. He lived a good long life for a dog of his breed, so I'm told, and would have been 16 on August 1st.

I still remember the day I met him when he was just a puppy all those years ago. We were at the place where we got him and looking at his other brothers and sisters and when I sat down he was the only one to really come up to me and he jumped into my lap, wagging like a happy little puppy does. I knew from that moment that he was the one that I wanted and from that day on he and I were friends.

No matter how long we were apart, and I feel bad for not being able to be in his life more despite trying to find places that would allow me to have him, he was always super happy to see me and would whine if I didn't come over to him when he heard my voice. Any time I was around him he would always try to be by my side and would get in my lap, partially since he wasn't the smallest of dogs :P, when I would sit down, most times. He was also a great snuggle buddy and thinking about it now I can still feel his fur against my cheek when I would lay against him sometimes.

He was/is a very special dog and I will never forget him. He is and always will be my "Luckers," "Lucky Dog," and my "Lucky Pup." I will always love and miss you very much, Lucky, and you will always have a place in my heart.

Rest in Peace, Lucky. August 1st, 2000 - July 4th, 2016