I spent some time going through pictures this morning. I couldn't help but notice all the pictures I had of her at the beach. It truly was her most favorite place in the world. Given all the fears she had of noises (motorcycles, baseballs hitting bats, etc), the beach was always the one place we could go where we didn't hear anything that frightened her.
In honor of this day, I decided to share some pictures of Lucky at her most favorite place.
Here is Lucky the very first time I took her to the beach. (and the day I learned why you DON'T want to let your dog drink sea water)
Here is Lucky coming out of the water after doing a little body surfing. Over the years, she became quite the skilled body surfer.
Here Lucky and I are walking on the beach. (I giggled to myself when I realized I still have those shorts so I decided to put them on today)
Here were trying to get the perfect picture for our Christmas card. (thanks to one of my childhood friends who was out visiting us from New Jersey that week).
Today when I first arrived at our old beach, it felt so good to be there again. Standing at the top of the staircase I was flooded with so many images of our countless afternoons there. I noticed the energy felt calmer and more peaceful than the stretch of beach I go to now. It just felt like home. When I got to the bottom of the staircase and walked towards the surf, I was given the honor of seeing some dolphins frolicking in the water. As they came up out of the water and splashed down again, they looked like they were having their own little celebration. I couldn't help but smile.
Lucky Rose
July 12, 1995 - October 15, 2009
