Tuesday, November 15, 2011

R.I.P. Lucifer

I got a call last night that my best friend Luci had been struck by a ford truck driven by my sainted mother. She was just pulling into the driveway when it happened. By the time I got to the Vet, she was already gone.

Was a long night. She was one of the best friends, and loyal dogs to ever walk this great state. Her and her sister just turned 6 years old on Halloween.

So right after dawn this morning we headed out to give her a semi proper burial.

Had to let sis have a few moments to say her goodbyes as well. They were from the same litter, and last night was her first night to ever sleep without Luci. She seems lost without her thus far.

Figured that just a simple box is more than many get when hit by a vehicle. So my little brother Tailgunner Tim and I decided to get stoned, drink beer, cook out and make a day of it.

Luci was a digger around the property, so what better place to plant her than a hole that she started herself.

So with a little help, her final bed was ready.

However, Dixie was not so ready. She jumped up on the make shift casket and sat there for almost a half an hour just looking sad.

R.I.P. Luci(fer) You shall be missed


  1. My thought are with you brother. Losing a dog is like losing a best friend...probably because it is.

  2. Thanks for the words, Bro. Definitely one of the worst things to experience. Hell I think it might have hurt my mother more than me. She was so freaked out at what happened.

    Dogs are the fuckin best, bar none. They do what they are asked to do, with no back talk, defend you and your place, and all they expect in return is food, water, and a little attention.