Being a Pommy Mommy is the most rewarding responsibility I have ever had. While some may call it a job, I see it as a beautiful experience only those of us with Pomeranians truly understand. Today, I want to share a story not of loss but of gratitude for one of the most extraordinary Pomeranians to ever enter our lives: Luka.
The Joy of Rescuing Pomeranians
Being a Pommy Mommy to rescue Pomeranians is one of the most important things I’ve done in my life. Giving these little souls a second chance and watching them bloom into vibrant personalities is truly special. When my husband and I rescued Luka, we didn’t just bring home a frightened black Pomeranian—we welcomed a personality that was larger than life.
I remember the day we got him like it was yesterday. When Maria handed him to me, she gave Niko to my husband. They were both scared and disoriented, and our hearts broke for them. Little did we know, Luka was about to become the boss of our home and teach us what it meant to love fiercely.
From Rescue to Leader of the Pack
Once we gave Luka a bath, a haircut, and some good food, his transformation began. It was like watching a butterfly emerge from its cocoon. The moment Maggie, the previous leader of our Pommy pack, passed away, Luka stepped in as the new alpha. Without hesitation, he took over, bossing everyone around with confidence. He was a natural leader, and no one argued.
In fact, it was Luka’s commanding presence that earned him his name. My husband saw him ordering everyone around and thought of Luca Brasi from The Godfather—the tough but loyal enforcer. However, since I don’t care for names with the letter “c,” we changed it to Luka. He embraced his new identity without hesitation as if he knew he was meant to be ours.
Luka, the Tough Yet Beautiful Pomeranian
We never really knew how tough Luka was until we went to the dog park. If another dog came up to any one of the Pommy pack, that was just foolish. Luka would come over and, in no uncertain terms, tell your dog it wasn’t appropriate to sniff around my brother and sisters. Let me tell you, he meant it. If you know what the “Jersey” nod is, Luka would just “nod,” and every dog would move away from his brother Niko and his new sister Yoki. It was hilarious. He was literally “Il Pommy Negro,” the Black Pommy. (I hope you get the reference) and if you don’t, The Mafia was called “Il mano negro”, The Black Hand. (in Italian)
Luka was more than just the boss—he was also the most beautiful black Pomeranian I’ve ever seen. My husband insisted I call him “handsome,” but Luka’s beauty was undeniable. People couldn’t resist taking photos with him whenever we took him to the Las Vegas Strip. His charm was magnetic, and even the biggest skeptics were drawn to him.
We nicknamed him the “Ladies’ Man” because of his way with women. Every time we had guests over, he would work his magic—convincing them to pick him up, pet him, and feed him treats. He knew exactly how to win hearts and command attention.
Luka’s Possessiveness and Love for His Toys
Luka had a possessive side, too. He claimed our pet tortoise, Gorba, and guarded her relentlessly, even under the scorching Las Vegas sun. I often had to pull him inside to protect him from the heat.
Luka was also fiercely attached to his toys, especially the little yellow tennis ball we gave him the day we adopted him. He considered every toy that came into the house to be his, often “strong-arming” the other Pomeranians. When I saw all his toys piled in the corner of my husband’s office after he passed, I broke down, realizing how much those toys had meant to him—and how much he had meant to us.
Luka’s Final Days
Luka lived life to the fullest, showing no signs of illness until the very end. Even after a visit to the vet, he greeted me at the door with his usual enthusiasm, giving no indication that anything was wrong. We had no reason to believe he wouldn’t be with us for many more years.
He was always smiling; every photo captured his joy and zest for life. Luka was more than just a pet—he was a model, a leader, and a source of endless happiness.
Thank You, Luka
Luka’s life was a lesson in resilience, love, and living in the moment. He taught me more about life than I ever expected, and I am forever grateful for the experience of being his Pommy Mommy.
Thank you, Luka, for bringing so much joy into our lives. You were the toughest, most beautiful, and most loving black Pomeranian we could have ever hoped to meet. Your presence made our home brighter, and your memory will forever warm our hearts.
You may be gone, but your spirit lives on in everything you touched. Thank you for choosing us and teaching us to love without limits.
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