My poor little Lucy the dog is gone. I stroked her velvety head and let her lick my hand and she just went to sleep. It was time. She was so weak, she could barely stand. Rick and I took her late this afternoon to the vet and sat with her. It was quicker than I imagined.
Thirteen years is a long time to have a dog. She was a fixture in our house. She was the queen of our household and she knew it.
I could write a lot about her. There are so many memories. She was so playful and ran so fast when she was younger. She patrolled the back yard and kept it clear of opossums, cats, rats, snakes and any fledgling birds that weren't ready to fly. She was fearless and persistent. We loved her and will miss her quiet presence and her warning bark (she hated the doorbell).
Goodbye, Lucy. Sweet dreams.
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