Luther by Greg / Greg

With Luther, I got to experience a joy that the majority of people never get experience with their animal friends – I was with him from the day he was born until the day he left this life. He wasn’t more than a few seconds old when I picked him up and “claimed” him as “mine.” Thinking of that now makes me chuckle a little. You didn’t claim Luther, he claimed you. He was very much his own man. Luther was a lot of things – dignified, magnificently handsome, incredibly smart, loyal, and loving. But most importantly, he was my best friend. Words could not possibly convey all of the joy he brought me in the 18 years I spent with him. I used to say to him, “we’ve sure seen the highs and lows haven’t we, buddy?” We were pals – we looked out for each other.

There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think of you, old friend. Thank you for choosing me. I wouldn’t trade a minute of those 18 years for anything.

 

I miss you buddy.