Sad day.

Today my brother put down his Lucky dog.

Loren has had Lucky since he was a teenager, in the midst of addiction and serious turmoil ... Lucky was there.

I remember coming home from somewhere, late at night ... or early in the morning ... and Loren was passed out on our driveway with one arm around his Lucky dog.

The kids and I had the chance to go over to Loren's today and kiss sweet Lucky one more time ... she was 16, if not older ... kidney failure. Loren was so strong when the kids were there. They both hugged Lucky and said bye to her.

It's about all the memories ... Loren's journey ... all he has been through, all he has survived.

God bless you sweet Lucky dog. Thank you for loving my brother when I didn't think I could, thank you for keeping him warm when he was not sleeping at home, thank you for loving him unconditionally always.