lucky is an 8 year old lab mix. my parents adopted him from a shelter when i was 14. i remember walking out to my parents car one day after school - and seeing my sister, my mom and my dad smiling, ear to ear, in the window. i didn't know why they were smiling - but as i got closer, there he was.
lucky is white, has big floppy ears and a wiry coat. the pound thought maybe he was a german sheperd mix, but we didn't really care what he was - - he was ours. =] at first, he was the greatest dog you could even imagine. he listened, he played, he went potty outside. then one day he started to rebel. he chewed a hole in the couch, the floor, even the wall. my parents sat my sister and i down and explained that we ALL needed to work with him on his behavior - and that although they would like to get rid of him, they decided that just like a child, you can't get rid of him because he is being naughty, you just have to work through the naughtiness.
we worked through it alright. after overcoming that small challenge he was back to the old lucky we knew and loved. he tested us, and we passed, we earned years of loyalty, friendship, and love. he is the smartest dog - learning things without really having to be taught. when my father was injured in a car accident lucky would bring him things. with a rod in his back my dad couldn't bend over - it was like lucky knew this, and would pick up his shoes, the remote, papers, anything my dad needed - just because he loved him. at night, he would sit in my bedroom with my sister and i until we fell asleep. we never heard him leave, but my mom said it was usually about an hour after we went to bed - - he would wait, patiently while we fell asleep, he would tuck us in, and then be on his way to look after the rest of the family.
although i dont live at home anymore, i still love lucky. and although i now have a dog of my own, lucky will always be my first dog. i can see lucky getting older. i see it getting harder for him to do the things he wants so desperately to do. a happy, shining dog who used to greet my family at the door, now struggles to get up and eat his own food. a dog who used to chase us around the couch until we ALL fell on the floor from exhaustion can hardly play fetch, though we can tell he wants to.
i can't imagine losing him. he has had a great life, but i dont want to see his life come to an end any time soon. at the same time i dont want to see him in pain as he gets older. my parents can't afford a lot right now. my dad is disabled and my mom has to stay home with him. i feel for lucky, because he has been the one bearing the weight of their financial hardships. they take him to the vet for shots and such when they have the extra money, but lately some of his ailments have been concerning me. he has these lumps, or masses, on his sides. they are in random places. he doesn't seem to mind if you touch them, and i'm not sure if he is even aware that they are there, but i've noticed them developing more, and growing with time. my parents often worry, but there isn't much they can do.
can you add my parents, and lucky, to your prayers - so that they can find the money, and he the strength, to keep going until he can get to the vet. i would love to help my parents get treatment for him, but they will not accept it, and i cannot go behind their back and take him to a vet. please, if you know of anything i can do i would appreciate it. lucky deserves to have many more years of happiness and health.
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