Was our family dog named Lucky, an irish setter laborador mix that was saved by my mother on the freeway after she witnessed him being hit by a car 16 years ago. He was the best most loving coolest mofo that i had ever hung out with…he saved me a bunch of times in my life….not in the traditional sense of rescuing me from a burning building or some shit..but telling me to hang out and take him for walks instead of sitting around feeling sorry for myself because i had no job, no money, no girlfriend, and what i thought “no life”. But i did have a life, it was taking care of him and that kept me going alot of the time…we would go jogging and on walks like twice a day…you know those days that last forever and are soo long when you don’t have shit to do…you have to plan little things to do. Everyone else is getting up and going to work, to school and taking kids to school and whatnot ya know living…
This dog was so fucking cool…he makes you get his name tattered on your chest so everyday when you look in the mirror it will bring a smile to your face. I was in the room to see you sleep for the last time buddy, 12/2/08 is a day i won’t forget…i don’t know why i’m writing this post but the world should know how much you meant because without you i wouldn’t be here to type this today.