Good Night Lucky... Sweet Dreams
Her final photo taken 3 hours before her death
15 years and 2 months ago, I found you in a Dallas dog pound. Your little goatee and underbite melted me. You were only a few weeks old and scheduled to be put to sleep. That's why I named you Lucky.
You were there when I got married.
You were there when I moved to California.
You were there when I got divorced.
You were there when I moved to Oregon.
You were there when I summited various peaks.
15 years, 3 states, 5 jobs, and more relationships than either of us cares to recall.
You have been by my side through some of the best times of my life, and were in my arms during the worst time of my life.
At 8:30 tonight, I rocked my baby girl to sleep while humming Silent Night.
My heart is shattered and it's through a flood of tears that I honor you with this memorial.