In the fall of 1999 a little liver-colored puppy tucked himself around my feet as he was taken to the household that would be his all of his life. He was a solid colored German Short-Haired Pointer who came to be called Luke.
He lived until a couple of weeks before his twelfth birthday and gave me many great memories.
6/3/1999 to 5/16/2011
Luke’s work is done.
He took our hearts and ran
with them, and he’s running still,
fast and strong a piece of our hearts
bound up with his, forever.
From For the Love of a Dog