Now the rational side of me recognizes that he didn't suffer and even more important he saved me from having to make that awful end of life decision for him. But that doesn't help my broken heart.
From the day we brought him home with Cooper he was my little buddy pal. He was always glad to see me. His tail was docked when he was born, and since he couldn't wag a tail he would wag his whole buttock. My dad claimed not to like dogs, but he was a sucker for those two. Tucker was so smart he even learned to drive...ok maybe not.
As he got older he had lots of health issues, but he still gave lots of kiss and he still wanted to be wherever I was. There is a dog bed in every room of the house, because even after going blind he would find his way to me. He was also my quilt buddy, and I learn never to let my fabric or quilt hit the ground because if it did he would find his way to it and lay on it.
I'm so sad he is gone, but I'm so grateful that I got 11 years to love and be loved by him. When he came into my life, I never realized how big a part of my life he would become. He was my faithful companion, my fierce protector, and best of all my snuggle buddy.
"If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went"....Will Rogers
Goodbye my little Tucker...Tucker Joe...Tuck Tuck...Tuck-a-Luck...Tuck-a-MoMo...Tuckie. You will be sorely missed.