In honor of Lucky

My mom had a Scottish Terrier whose name was lucky. He was my aging (84) mom’s best friend, companion and her life. Oh how he loved my mom. He would literally cry if she went out of town and returned. One of my cousins used to come and take him for a walk and he would get so excited when he saw the leash, but she has not been able to do that now. Recently he went out for a run by himself, which he did once in a while since my mom could not walk him and he would come in a short while. I know I have gone looking for him when I was visiting from out of town, but he would be found and led home when he was ready. He had his dog collar on, so I would take his leash and look for him. When he was done with his walk he would come and sit it front of me and let me put the leash on his dog collar and bring him home. But recently, he ran out the door and this time he did not come home. In the morning it was discovered that he was killed by a motorist who did not even stop.

When someone loses their pet, they go through all the stages of grief that you go through when you lose a loved one. I spent a lot of time on the phone with my mom to console her. My sister-in-law who found him dead, called all of our family and friends so my mom would be comforted. My thanks to her for her thoughtfulness and sensitivity.

Lucky was a baby when I met him. He would walk around my mom’s cocktail table on his two hind feet and I called him a boy. I visited my mom once a year, but as soon as I walked into the house, Lucky was there to greet me. On my last trip he did something really funny. When mom was ready to put him in his dog crate bed for the night, he would come running to my bed and stand on his two feet and patting me with his hairy paws. After a few moments, I realized what was going on and asked him if he wanted me to save him. Then we would both go back and he would go into his dog crate bed and sleep for the night. He did this every night I was there, and after I left he would go to my door and sit there waiting for me for many nights.

We never dressed him in dog clothes, but he did have a dog collar and a leash for when someone could take him for a walk. He would get so excited and even go bring the leash in hopes of going for a walk! When I go to visit my mom next, it will be weird not to have Lucky greet me, but even more, my mom misses him so much. So here’s to you Lucky, for making mom’s life so much better while you were alive. You were loved.

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