Exactly a year ago my wonderful dog Luke passed away. He was only 6 years old.
I was having a sleepover with my friend and we were home alone. All of the sudden Luke starting panting uncontrollably, and we tried giving him some water, but he wouldn’t drink it. We thought maybe it was way too hot in the house for him. So, after failing terribly at that, we tried feeding him. He refused to eat his dog food, so we KNEW he’d love to have some treats. We fed him some dog treats, and he was acting completely fine after that.
Later, me and my friend go on a walk around the block. At that time, my two brothers were home, so It’s not like we left Luke home by himself.
When we got home, My friend and I were about to go out to Dunkin’ Donuts when I wanted to say goodbye to Luke first.
He was laying on my brother’s bed downstairs. Tongue sticking out and eyes red. I told my mom and she called my dad.
I cried and cried and cried on the couch cuddling up to my friend. She was crying too. He seemed so alive. He had so much more he could have experienced in his life.
I said to my mom, “What’s happening Mom? What is Dad doing?”
She said, “Taking him to the vet. But they can’t bring him back alive, Sierra. Luke’s gone.” and she held my hand so tight and I never wanted her to let go.
Luke, Rest In Paradise. April 9th, 2011. We will never forget you. We will always love you.
*This made me cry. Losing a Boxer IS losing a best friend and family member. So sorry you lost Luke. We lost Logan in 1999 to a tumor on his spine…..from Boxersarelikethat*