Lucky by name, lucky by nature.

On the 21st of January I woke up to some devastating news, my best friend, companion and partner in crime was dying. I woke up at 7 and by 8 she had died and that afternoon she was buried in the garden where she can play to her hearts content. I was totally heartbroken, I still am, writing this post now is hard but I wanted to dedicate a post to her and all the fun we had. So Lucky, here's to you, the best pooch there ever was.

A frequent visitor to the pub, I never realised how popular she was!

She was always happy to give cuddles, even if she had to be bribed with a toy occasionally! 

She loved the water,as soon as she would see a pond she'd be straight in.

Her favourite window perch seems empty now but at least we can now have flowers in the window! 

Although come winter, she was all about the woolly jumper! Yes, that is my jumper she's rocking.

Snow was another novelty, she used to get confused about snowballs,try to catch them, then end up eating them.

My mum hated it when we bought her a squeaky toy, she used to go mental with them.

Lucky unwrapping her Christmas presents was fun to watch, not sure how she felt about being wrapped up herself though. 

It's been a little over a week now and I desperately miss her, she's been so many things to so many people over the years. I think worst of all the house just seems too quiet without her. There's no more barking when the post is delivered and that's just weird. Eventually we will get used to not having her around, it's not going to be easy but I'm sure we will get there. 

If love alone could have kept you here, you would have lived forever.

Keep it Scrimpy,
Laura.