Sunday, August 14, 2011
My sweet boy Tucker is gone. He was struck by a car and killed on Saturday morning. I went to find the post I'd written when he first arrived almost a year ago, but it looks like it got eaten in the great Blogger Erasure of 2011. Tucker was a challenge and a total joy. He came as a stray from Texas, covered in tick marks and underfed. He carried the streets with him in the way he ate—he would snarl at any dog who came too close to his food. But he had a carefree joy and and an incredible athleticism that was just astonishing. And he was such a snuggler! He'd recently started making nice with the cats, and Tess even let him on the bed with her just a couple days ago.
He was the Jimi Hendrix/Jim Morrison/Amy Winehouse of dogs. His drug was speed—literally. Live fast, die young. I miss him terribly.