My friend has a dog named Lucky. It's not a random name since this buddy is actually lucky. He's 14 years old, which is quite old for a dog. He also has one missing eye and half deaf. Lucky is a strong dog. He never gives up on living. Although he is really weak now, I think that he still wants to be with his owner a little more. When I think about Lucky, I feel encouraged. He reminds me to be strong when I'm weak.