Luke's "battle" with cancer was very short lived. He died just ten days after we got the diagnosis. He died on a Monday evening surrounded by all his "people" and a few kind strangers. Luke loved running, trying to fit two tennis balls in his mouth at one time, chasing squirrels and heavy petting. He came to our bedside every morning pawing at the mattress demanding his morning love. He followed me to the bathroom every single time I had to go because he knew I was a captive audience and with nothing else to distract me, I'd pet him. He snarled at the cat when she tried to get her fair share. He sat at (and on!) my feet in the evenings while I watched tv. He loved his best friends, Christian (his human friend) and Rumer (his canine companion). I think it was a blessing that he passed first as I don't think he would have been able to function without her. Frankly, he hated the cat, but like a good dog, he tolerated her because he knew we loved her.
Luke was a good dog and he is missed.
