The Geissman's wonderful dog, Tucker, has passed away. Fourteen years old, which is a pretty good run in dog years. He never had any health problems until last February, when they discovered cancer in his liver. They removed it all and he was like a new puppy again. But a month ago it was back in full force and they finally had to make the decision, which they did yesterday. I wrote this on his mom's Facebook page:
Ode to Tuckie
I was there the day Tucker arrived home to his new and delighted parents, Lydia, Grant and Greer. Tuckie as we called him, was a rowdy puppy, his energy knew no limits, but he was a sweet dog from the beginning. Yes, there were trips to the hidey hole for bad behavior and he was a long time learning to calm down. But the sweetness and love was always there and even us visitors knew it right away. Tuckie was there as Grant and I worked on the design of eleven of my fourteen books – it wouldn’t have been right without Tuckie there in the room. He was also there through several recording projects in daddy’s home studio. We knew he was there because we could hear him chewing on his chew toys. He was part of the fabric of the house. I’m sure everyone who came in contact with him adored him right away. He had fourteen years, which, in dog years is a pretty good run and most of that time was without health problems. He’s in dog heaven know and I’m sure he misses his folks as much as his folks miss him. And his friends will miss him too, because we were all lucky to have known Tuckie.
