Tuesday morning I wanted to run. I needed to run to clear my head after the evening’s turn of events, but I also wanted to be here when my daughters woke up. I knew they would ask about Lucy and I wanted to be here to hold them when we delivered the sad news.
Our dog, Lucy, passed away on Monday evening. There were no signs that the end was near.
We explained to the girls that Lucy was older than we thought and sometimes older dogs (much like older people) have strokes when the end is near. It’s just their bodies breaking down and telling them it’s time to go.
We adopted Lucy one year ago. Less than two weeks ago, we celebrated the anniversary of her adoption into our family. I never wanted a dog but after repeated begging from my children and against my better judgment, I agreed to a pet. So we searched the shelters for a Pomeranian similar to the one we rescued.
We eventually found Lucy on Craigslist, which was as shady and strange as you would imagine a pet adoption through Craigslist to be. With blind faith, we took the previous owner’s word about her health as well as her age, but it was certainly obvious that this poor dog had been used as a puppy mill.
This dog that I never wanted wagged her fluffy little tail into my heart. She followed me from room to room like a pack leader and was with me every minute of every day. Lucy became my dog. I eventually transformed into a crazy dog person as I began taking Lucy shopping and to restaurants and baked her pupcakes.
I keep playing moments in my head, like Liam hugging Lucy and dragging half her tiny body along the floor as he loved on Lucy. I regret never catching a photo of those funny loving, but torturous moments for poor Lucy.
I also regret not praying with my children at bedtime Monday night. Instead, I made jokes to lighten the mood and to fill their hearts with happiness so they wouldn’t worry all night long about our beloved pet. But, I should have prayed with them to help ease Lucy’s pain as well as the pain they were feeling in their hearts. I feel I failed them as a mom and as their spiritual leader. I feel I failed my Father and Lucy too.
Like most dogs, Lucy had simple tastes and loved life. Everyone should learn to love life through the eyes of a dog. Next to the food dropped from a highchair, she loved Chinese food. Lucy also loved being outdoors, long walks and car rides. She even loved camping with us.
Although we didn’t know much about Lucy when we adopted, we simply loved her. I believe we gave her the best last year of her life.
We miss you, Lucy.
Rest in peace.