Saturday, January 7, 2012
Lots of Love for Lucy
Lucy was smart. I taught her to sit-stay-come within a few minutes. I had to give away my pet ferret to my friend Stephanie because at 8-weeks-old Lucy's only goal in life was to hunt Rascal. From the beginning, Lucy insisted on sleeping in bed with me; including the night she started giving birth to her puppies in my bed! Once Lucy found a mouse inside my grandparents' cabin, and she killed it immediately. I was so shocked at the ferociousness my loveable Lucy displayed.
It was impossible (maybe even cruel) to keep Lucy as an apartment dog; I went to college and she stayed with my parents. I missed Lucy so much at college, and after reading online that French bulldogs were great apartment dogs I adopted Martha Fauker.
The sting of Martha's death in 2010 lasted for so long that I slowly began to emotionally disconnect from Lucy these past few months. I was trying to prepare myself. (Are we ever prepared for death?) We spent two weeks at my parents' house in December, and I knew Lucy's days were numbered. She was an old girl. Her fantastic life was winding down.
What I love to think about most is all the wonderful things Lucy added to my life for almost 16 years. She had a bit of elegance to her. She could be aloof at times towards other dogs and people, but she was a wonderful dog. I love Lucy.