This story could be told with the beginning..One hot summer day in Florida, my nine year old son and I happened upon a one year old Llasa Aspo in a Private Shelter at a Fairground. As they say, a sheltered pet chooses their owner, this white Llasa locked up in his intense stare and chose us, as we chose him from that day onwards to love unconditionally. My son nameed him Lucky because he said he was lucky that we adopted him because we will take such good care of him. Little did I know, what profound effect Lucky was going to have on my life for the 12 years. I lived, I got married, I got divorced, I built a house, I lost a house, I got very sick, I lost my job, my father died, my son moved away, I changed four apartments and life just coming at me. One thing that stayed constant, and was always by my side day or night, protected my son and I fiercly, was our Lucky Boy. Our Boy got sick at 12 plus years, the Vet told me he has an enlarged heart and bad prognosis, as she spoke, all I saw was her lips moving. I dazed out. My beautiful dog took his meds so willingly, but was not well.