Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Goodbye sweet Lucy.
I remember the day we found you at the pound, and we were filling out your paperwork and a family came up to the desk to ask about "the little black and white dog in the back." I was quick to point out that she was already MINE. If we had showed up at the pound five minutes later, we might have lost you.
Then the vet told us you had distemper, but we could just take you back to the pound and get another dog if we wanted to. But of course we couldn't do that. We knew they would just put you to sleep and you were already ours and we already loved you. We kept you and you pulled through, and it was the best decision we ever made.
You loved to lick us all to death! You especially loved to lick the top of Bob's head.
You were always so patient and tolerant, even letting babies pull on your fur without complaint.
You slept next to us for so many nights. I remember when you had a run-in with a skunk and you came inside before we realized it, and ran straight to our bed and rolled around all over it! You had to sleep outside for a couple of nights until we got rid of the skunk smell -- and neither of us liked it when you slept outside.
You gave us almost 11 years of love, joy, and devotion. You were a priceless gift to our family and we will miss you always.