Tucker

Tucker was the family dog. He would let you do anything. When I was a small girl I would get his leash, kind of wrap it around a tree trunk and try to ride him like a horse. Tucker never bit, barked, or squealed as I attempted to ride my "pony."

When we went for a walk he would either walk behind or next to me. I always wondered why he never walked in front of me like a real dog. So, I would make him run only til he was running with me then I would immediately walk so he was in front of me. But Tucker would always slow down and be behind me again.

Tucker is no longer living with us.

I always think about how I never got to say goodbye or give him one last pet or walk him one last time. I didn't get to do a lot of last things.