It is with tremendous sadness I report that on Saturday, October 14, 2006 at
4:00 pm Olga and I had our beloved boxer, Lucas, put to sleep. Still a puppy at 8
years old, his body gave out as he suffered from hip dysplasia, lymphatic sarcoma (cancer) and a pancreatic condition all within a 2 month period.

Lucas was a truly special creature, whose sole mission in life was to give and receive love and affection. My first dog, I adopted him from Boxer Rescue LA 5 years ago, and the time I've shared with him has been truly magical. He was a funny, comical dog who loved to eat, drool, sleep, eat, sleep, cuddle, eat, jump, and eat. He also like to eat. He taught me that food tastes much better when stolen, things like loaves of bread, bags of uncooked rice, boxes of macaroni and cheese, steaks, lamb shanks, sushi, cat litter, panties, shoes, and snails.

He also taught me that if you poo in the house, someone will eventually clean it up for you. That's what people are for.

Most importantly, I learned that dogs are loyal and loving in way that no human can compare. His only purpose was to wait for me to come home every day so he could tell me that I was his whole world, that he loved me more than anything else and that nothing else mattered as long as we were together.

I am deeply saddened by his death, and I thank everyone for their support during this time.

I also want to thank Olga, my partner, for her enduring support during this difficult
ordeal, as well as all the time she spent patiently training him, putting up with his drooling and shedding on her dry clean only clothes, destroying her furniture, and tolerating his stinkiness.