Lucky by David

Lucky it’s very hard to cope with the thought that I’m never going to see you run to greet me when I come in the door. I’m not going to take you to the park again and that I’m not going to be able to do a hundred other things with you. I’m sorry whenever I treated you badly or whenever I was short tempered. I’m also sorry you had to suffer for those three days. I want you to know a part of me died with you. You were a good dog my first dog and I will never forget you and you are constantly in my thoughts.
Goodnight m’lucks



28, October 2000