Lucky and Blue
Lucky and Blue, were my babies. Lucky was a big black mountain dog.
Blue was a husky, with a curly tail and one light blue eye, the other brown.
They were with me for ten and twelve years. Blue ten, Lucky twelve.
Blue had what I thought was a bee sting on his mouth. I took him to the vet.
He is suffering, the vet told me. He is in pain, he cannot eat. He has cancer.
Cancer! I was horrified. I did not have a choice. I had to help him transition.
The vet asked me if I wanted to stay; I did not. I went outside and bawled.
I cried so hard that my husband thought I was a little sobbing boy when he came back.
He had dropped me off, and had gone for gas.
Lucky had a stroke that did not kill her; which is sad for she was suffering.
She could not move, could not walk, could not answer us when we called her.
The grandchildren and I called for her off and on for six hours. We were concerned.
I finally found her cowering in the back of her igloo dog house. She could not walk.
My husband pulled her out. Her eyes were going cockeyed, and she could not stand.
He took her to the vet, and had her transition to the rainbow bridge.
I bawled and bawled and bawled, then I thought this “I could be sad for a year,
or I could be sad for a month, or I could be sad for a week, or I could be sad for two days.”
I chose to be sad for two days. My husband came home and said “No more dogs.”
He gets hurt when they transition too. I knew Lucky would not be happy with this.
I looked online for a new dog that night; it was a Thursday. I made an appointment on Saturday.
We met Sophie Helen. She had been beaten and abused. My husband said “We’ll take her.”
I was shocked. I had never had a dog who was scared of me before.
She shook like a leaf, like she thought we were going to kill her.
That was ten years ago; she sleeps with us, she is our little mini-me.
Lucky and Blue stop jumping and leaping sometimes to watch over us.
They are happy in their place over the rainbow bridge.
I have no doubt I will see them both when I get to heaven.
I feel them here now, frolicking and playing, glad we are happy.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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