Day 87 - Tuesday, August 24
RIP: Lucky Caminho ??/??/??-8/24/21
Today we lost a loving member of our family, a friend to the running community and my canine soul mate.
On February 2, 2018 in the village of Aguas da Prata in Brazil he chose me by following a group of Americans for 140 miles on the Caminho da Fe (Trail of Faith). He has been at my side running since then. In April we learned that he had lymphoma - we made the decision to give him a chance to live. Since that fateful day he has crossed 2,500 miles of the United States of America with me, chased cows, horses, rabbits and antelopes. Climbed mountains, jumped in rivers and lakes and licked the bottom of every bowl of ice cream I have eaten since I left. He also ran every day with me - even 15 miles yesterday. Until today, when he simply could not. Not because he didn’t want to, our signal was: every morning I would ask him, “Do you want to run?” And he would bark “yes”. Today he barked “yes” but 100 feet later he stopped and looked at me to let me know it wasn’t possible. A visit to the vet let us know the cancer had spread to his lungs on top of everything else.
Lucky went to sleep today, peacefully, in control and happy. He will be deeply missed, never forgotten and a standard for which a perfect relationship between man and dog can be measured.
David.
