Lucky lives in Thailand with a kind Buddhist Monk who was like a father to me. First I need to find a way to go back to Thailand. I left Lucky one of my shoes to chew on. I wonder if he still waits for me everyday. A part of me hopes he does, but mostly I hope he runs around with all the other dogs and is in a state of Nirvana at the Wat(temple). I hope he remembers me, remembers that I love him. I hate that dogs live such short lives in compasion to the life span of a human… I must hurry with this goal. I am tormented often by the idea that Lucky thinks I have simply stopped coming to visit him. I hope he knows I love him and that I did everything I could to try to take him home with me, but if I did take him it would risk his life and I’d rather him be alive without me, then even the slightest risk that he could be hurt to be with me. I don’t know if I believe in an afterlife, but I hope that there is one, I hope because it will mean that I can see all the loved ones I knew in life again. I feel so close to people (and animals) when I am away from them, but sometimes I feel seperate from them when they are in the same room. I hope Lucky knows I love him. Hope, as Emily Dickenson mentions in her poem is like a bird, with feathers but for me, hope is a dog in Thailand. ♥