Out of a hurricane you came, paddling your way through the muck. I, a foster mom, took you in. When you arrived at our home, you were shaved to the skin as were all of the animals left behind in Hurricane Katrina. Your lungs were full of junk and we soon discovered that your heart did not match your spirit. The vet said your days were probably numbered. I decided to keep you and make your remaining days as happy as possible. Your smile, your spunk, your spirit, your happiness, your stealing Trapper’s treats and getting Pris to run and play with you soon became part of the daily routine in our house.
I almost forgot you were sick. On that day, we both knew it was time. I took you to the vet. He put you in the oxygen chamber and re-xrayed you. Your heart was so big that you could not see anything else. When I came back that afternoon, the vet brought you in the room and then left the room. I took you in my arms. You laid your sweet little head on my arm and I told you it was okay if you needed to go now. You took one deep breath and let out a long sigh and you were gone. The vet said you waited for me. I believe that.
We miss you Luke. Trapper misses you stealing his treats, Pris misses running with you and I miss everything about you. God bless and keep you my sweet little Luke.
I love you,
| Luke |
| 30, May 2006 |
| Peggy Sinclair |