Lucy

Today I went with my mom to take my beloved childhood dog Lucy to be put to rest. Lucy had a good 14 years, despite having no eyes for the last 6. As we sat in the empty vet's office holding her, I thought back to all the times that Lucy got herself on the dining room table to finish the leftovers, eat a stick of butter, or open and devour a 1lb bag of peanut M&Ms. (and they say chocolate is deadly for dogs...) She's spent the last year or so ailing and we knew her time was limited. When she couldn't get up today and was crying and yelping we knew that today was the day. It was time to let her go. Despite knowing this, it was still incredibly hard to say goodbye. I can remember the day my mom surprised me with her when I came home from a babysitting job and she was in a little puppy kennel in my bedroom. I cried on our first day together because I was worried my other dog would be jealous, I cried on our last day together because I miss her already. To say goodbye I gave her one last cookie at the Vet's office, which she ate with delight, then sniffed around for more. I'm posting this tonight to release some of my raw emotion and remind us all that life is a gift. No matter how hard it seems at times, it is a gift and we should all find something to rejoice in each day. Goodnight my Lulu.