On September 17, 2017 I adopted Lucky #4 from a Lab Rescue out of Maryland.
Per the rescue org he was born 6/21/15, was found as a stray, and loves everyone. Which is true, he certainly does. He is tall and lean, though with the amount of food he consumes I am not sure how lean he will stay. They called him Lucky #4, which I changed to Luke.
I love that he was born the same year I lost my beloved duo, Java and Brady. It seems fitting somehow.
Until I got him home I had no idea how desperately I needed his joy and energy in my life.
Brady has always been clingy, but in the 8 days since Java has died he has upped his game 100 times over.
He LOVED HER from their very first moment together. Loved her more then me. Always, and that’s okay. He was removed from his mom too soon, and when I finally was able to rescue him Java became his surrogate mama dog
I wonder if I made a mistake in not taking him to the vet with us, giving him his moment to say goodbye. He searched the house for her, then has clung to me every since I picked him up yesterday.
I haven’t made a great effort to eradicate all her furballs or remove her doggie bed. I also left for a work trip 36 hours after she was gone, leaving Brady with my parents as I normally do. I know that leaving him so soon was probably a mistake, but I am not sure about ridding her scent or stuff from the house, it feels too soon at least fro me.
I have no idea if he misses her or notices that I am sad or a combination of both.
Java was the sweetest dog in the world, loved everyone she met person or dog. The hole she leaves in the our world and in our hearts is enormous.
I keep getting asked if I will get another dog soon, and I will but not for a long while. Both Java and Brady found me, or we found each other. Whenever I am ready for the next pup, I know we will find each other. Until then, Brady and I are going to work on being a duo.