I just got a call from my mom about her beloved LX (pronounced “Alex”). At the age of 14, LX had to be put to sleep due to heart complications. None of his medication was working so there wasn’t much choice left but to put him down.
Here he is in a digital photo from 2001, doing what he loved to do best: play with a tennis ball.
About his name: he came home in a Ford Escort LX model, and the name “Alex” seemed to fit his personality perfectly. We just mixed it up a little.
LX, you’ll be missed by many, especially Mom. I hope they have plenty of tennis balls where you’re at now. I miss you already.
His ashes will be scattered in the backyard he loved to frolic in.
Rest in peace, little guy.