“When I needed a hand....I found your paw”5


Lucky was a loving friend, she was a rescue and fell in love with her new owner Erin the minute she saw her (she warmed up to Mark in a couple of months). She went from a bad place to a clean bright home, where she loved sitting on the couch and getting a rub, playing on the bed, tearing stuffed animals to shreds, chewing soup bones and sleeping in her basket.

Lucky loved to chase squirrels at the Arboretum (and anywhere else), which was her favorite place, and loved spending her summers at the cottage. She hated rain, and was deeply offended by being bathed or swimming and used to roll at the dirt. She also loved chicken McNuggets and her adopted sibling Petey (also a Westie). Mostly she loved Erin.

When Lucky first started having health problems I repeated what I had often said about Lucky: that she would be fine because the world needs a Lucky. Despite the best efforts of her family, her vet and the veterinary specialists in Ottawa and Montreal, and a strong fight from her; Lucky passed away quietly in her mum's arms. She was 6 years old.

Lucky is dearly missed by Erin, Mark, her Petey and her human grandparents

May the road rise up to meet you
May the wind be always at your back
May the sun shine warm upon your face;
the rains fall soft upon your fields and until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
~ Gaelic Prayer

And pluck till time and times are done, The silver Apples of the Moon, The Golden Apples of the Sun
~ The Wandering Song of Aengus


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