She has a Heart- to represent her personality

Luke

A while later, after Daisy's death, my family realized the only thing that can end this depression is getting a dog. No, not to replace Daisy, never. But to replace the broken hearts and torn personalities. We adopted a dog, a puppy named Luke. I guess you could say it was "meant to be". We- as in my mom dad and self- were driving to an adoption place being held outside a pet store when we realized we were lost. The GPS was taking us to a different adoption, so we followed. There we found Luke. A 7 week old, fat pit bull that looked as sweet as could be. I removed when I saw him- I put my hands on the other side of the cage and pushed them up. He put his paws against my hands and followed them. We adopted him. The one thing we didn't know- we were in for quite a treat! If you adopt a seven week old Pit bull puppy and expect it to be perfect- your crazy. But he wasn't as bad as most puppies, he was a terror. We called him the devil. Always attacking us. It was even harder to deal with when all I could think about was Daisy and how she would never, even when she was a puppy, be so mean to us. Getting Luke made me miss her even more. When Luke was still matched with the Devil- out of his mind- I was home alone with him. Just me and this nut. It was that night that I realized he was going to get better, we needed him. He was biting and scratching me when I just started to cry. I couldn't take the pain of Daisy leaving and this horrible puppy coming! It was when I started to cry, the overflowing of sadness coming off my body, that Luke sensed it and stopped. He then started to luck my face all over and whine and the licks where hard too! I laughed and smiled and hugged him. He was sweet after all- just had some energy to wear off. A few seconds later he was attacking me again but I wasn't as sad, I just corrected him which, as our dog trainer told us to do was put him in the bathroom for 20 seconds. As like got olde he became better and better, I loved him more and more, and he started to love us more and more. It's funny how enter tic he was because sometimes we worry about him today. He's only 7 months old and sleeps as much as a teenager! Whenever, even in a deep sleep, he hears one of us scream or become afraid, he immediately jumps up and runs over to us, protecting us. Sometimes when I just sit outside and talk to Luke, which Is always funny because he cocks his head and tries to understand me, I get sad. I get sad because from Luke's great doginality (not personality, get it?!) I am reminded of Daisy. If the slightest tear cracked down my face he will lick my face and whine in my ear and nuzzle his head in between my shoulder a neck until I laugh again. Not at all has Luke replaced Daisy. I still miss her so much. But not at all do I, or any one else in my family, regret getting Luke. He's an amazing dog. Just like Daisy was. Daisy taught me happiness an that without it, there would be nothing! I wonder what Luke will teach me...