One year ago Sunday, we put to rest our best friend, guardian, companion, family member… the best dog I’ve ever known… our Lucky Dogg of 14+ years. We miss you dearly Bubba Doos. Every morning we walk by your picture and memories still flood us like it was yesterday that you barked your way into our hearts.
We are so grateful that you, Lucky, came into our lives and accepted us as we accepted you. You taught us how to love, how to be kind, and how the simple things in life are what’s most important.
I wrote the following post the evening after we put Lucky to sleep. It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do in my life but writing this post helped me to cope with the loss and to remember all the great things about such a wonderful dog – he truly was more than a dog. He was our family and we miss him dearly.
LUCKY “bubba doos” DOGG
December 31, 1996 – November 28, 2010
It was late February early March 1997. D and I were dating at the time. We were bored one afternoon and decided to visit the animals at the Palo Alto Humane Society. He was in one of the first cages we visited. He was a little ball of muscle, barking ecstatically. We fell in love immediately. I was hesitant to inquire for many reasons, but D can be very convincing. So we looked into what it would take to adopt this little bouncing ball of love. Before this moment, I had never seen a Pit Bull before. This dog was a Pit Bull and because of this the Human Society had a strict adoption policy. There was a waiting list of over 6 people or families. We added our names to the list. The qualifying family would have to provide references, if you rented you must bring your landlord, if you had roommates they must be present, and if there were any other pets in the house they must also be present. Every day I called to check on the status of his adoption. A couple weeks had gone by when I got word that all 6 that were on the waiting list failed to provide the required qualifications. We were able to bring in our landlord, roommates, and our roommate’s dog to the adoption date. I wrote a check for $57.40 and signed the paperwork and that day in March we took home our 3 month old bouncing bundle of puppy love. He was lucky to escape the“jail” to a loving home and we were lucky to have succeeded the other families…that said, we decided to name him Lucky.
A few weeks earlier a woman from the shelter had been driving down Bayshore road when she saw a couple of young kids and what looked to be an injured puppy on the side of the road. She pulled over to find that the dog’s ear tip had been ripped off. The kids were riding their bikes while the puppy ran alongside them. The puppy had run too close to the bike wheel and the spoke had ripped off the tip of his ear. The woman from the shelter took the dog in and got it medical attention. She called the parents of the children and they said they didn’t want to pay the $50+ to get the dog out of care so there he stayed… till we came along!
From that day forward our life changed. We put everything into raising Lucky to be an example. We did not want to fit the stereotype that followed the breed so we read, we did research, we spent countless hours training him, playing with him, loving him as a family member. That is exactly what he became; a major part of our family. Lucky went everywhere with us; hiking, camping, shopping, parties, everywhere. Whether it is with D, or me, or us both…he was always along for the ride. Lucky didn’t care where it was we were going; he wanted to go and enjoyed every minute of it because he was by our side. He was a sensitive dog both physically and mentally. He knew when you were sad or upset. He’d quietly come and lay next to you to try to comfort you. If he was upset at you he’d turn his back to you. Pit Bulls are over breed and what comes with over breeding are physical problems. Poor Lucky had the most sensitive stomach and skin and overtime the hip dysplasia began to set in heavy.
Lucky was a super athlete. During long hours of light in the evening, we would spend our time hiking. Lucky’s favorite places to go were Stevens Creek Reservoir, Arastradero Preserve, Foothill Park, Half Moon Bay and any large field of grass or giant body of water. He loved to race up and down the creek at Stevens Creek. He’d climb the rock walls of the creek chasing his Frisbee. He loved to go swimming. You couldn’t stop him either. He could go for hours. Even though he would be cold, dripping wet, shaking, and the sun going down, he would sit there with the Frisbee whining excitedly to keep going. He climbed trees, he jumped fences…and not because we made him. He just wanted to do it. I’ll never forget one of Josh and my many hikes…we climbed up a giant rock. Lucky was so upset that he wasn’t up there with us he jumped 6+ feet from standing still to pull himself to the top of the rock. He was my walking and hiking buddy. Every day before work at 5am Lucky and I would walk 3 miles and then I’d come home at lunch and we’d walk to the park down the street and then after work we’d do our 3 mile walk again. On weekends we’d go hiking. He loved to run along the beach in Half Moon Bay. I remember Lucky and I were climbing along the rocks when all of a sudden I hear someone calling “Daisy!!!” I turn and see a dog charging us across the beach. I knew it was a harmless dog but it clearly wasn’t listening to its family and all it wanted was to see Lucky. I told Lucky to sit…and sit he did. This dog charged straight into Lucky and BOOM…bounced off of Lucky’s chest at least a few feet. Lucky didn’t budge…he just sat and looked at me waiting for me to tell him what to do.
He was such a good boy. All he ever wanted to do was to please us. He was my protector. I always felt safe with him but knew he’d never do anything that was unnecessary. I trusted him around anyone, young or old. When Chika came into our lives he accepted her without question and they became the best of friends immediately. He was my travel buddy on long road trips, my hiking buddy, my teddy bear, and my best friend. He would try to get in the middle of D and I when we’d play wrestle. He always came to my rescue. D would joke he was a mama’s boy…and you know what, I’m ok with that. He was my boy.
It is so hard to explain how much we truly loved him. I remember when he had ACL surgery and we had to carry him to the bathroom and sleep on the floor with him at night. We did whatever it took to make sure he was ok. As he got older we tried our best to make sure that he was comfortable. He always had many warm blankets and big fluffy beds. He never slept outside…usually always at the foot of our bed, until Chika came along and then it was side by side with her. They kept each other company. They took care of each other. We joke that we didn’t have to train Chika as much because Lucky taught her. Over the past 14 years Lucky has been with us, he has had over 15 roommates, has moved 9 times, watched over a glass blowing shop, watched over a loving old couple, traveled up and down California, and overall has been the best dog I’ve ever known. He taught people that the Pit Bull is a great dog. He truly changed the minds of those who were either afraid of dogs or the breed. There are so many stories I could tell…so many memories. Knowing Lucky was to love Lucky.
Thank you to the Gilroy Veterinary Hospital for being so caring and understanding with us during this trying time. It hurts so bad to say goodbye. I never wanted to have to make the decision. He was a strong dog – all heart – and held on just as much as we held on. We say that he didn’t want to go because he didn’t trust that Chika would look after me like he would. I think that over these past couple of weeks he became ok with knowing that Chika would be my protector. He let us know it was time but we had to make the call in the end. I will always have Lucky in my heart and will always remember the best of times with my Bubba Doos. Be a good boy… we love you Lucky Dogg
Love Mama, Papa, and Chika
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable. All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind. They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster. You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again.The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart. Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together….