09/09/2026
My little Lukey goes into surgery tomorrow morning at 8am. 🤍
I’ve spent a lot of time wondering if I’m making the right decision. Is almost 17 too old for surgery? Is it fair to put him through it? Is it worth spending this much money on a dog this old?
I’ve talked to family, friends, vets and people I really trust in the pet world. And I kept hearing the same thing:
Age is not a disease.
Luke’s recent bloodwork tells us that, for an almost 17-year-old little man, he’s actually doing pretty damn good. He’s a little wonky on his legs these days, but otherwise, the biggest thing affecting him right now is his mouth and the infection coming from it.
And there’s a little guilt in that for me.
I used to religiously get Luke’s dentals done. Then when he got to around 12, I stopped because I kept thinking, “he’s too old to go under.”
And now, years later, the thing causing him the most trouble is the thing I was afraid to treat.
I rescued Luke when he was 8 weeks old. I have quite literally been with this little guy for his entire life. He has been beside me through more chapters, homes, relationships, heartbreaks, adventures and versions of myself than I can even count.
I know he isn’t going to be here forever. I know that.
But I also know that as his person, it’s my responsibility to make however much time he has left here as comfortable and happy as I possibly can.
So tomorrow, with vets I really trust, we’re taking the risk.
Tonight I’m emotional, looking through almost 17 years of photos of my favourite little guy and trying not to spiral too much about tomorrow.
So if you’ve ever loved Mr. Lukey, met him, photographed him, babysat him, been barked at by him 😂 or just watched him grow old alongside me on the internet…
Please send my little old man all the good energy tomorrow morning. 🤍
He’s got some more living to do.
Xo Sof. Lukey’s Mum. 💓
