I remember in 9th grade arriving home from an away basketball game against Chaska. I to the living room where my sister Brittany all of a sudden threw a blanket off her lap and a really ugly dog jumped down and greeted me. Eventually after five minutes of shock and awe I realized that she was our new family dog. I was actually kind of mad because I thought she was ugly and I wasn’t over the last dog. I obviously grew to love her dearly and actually thought she was kind of cute.
Throughout the first couple years she kept me in shape by always planning and executing an escape route out of my house. I would chase her for at minimum 45 minutes all around our neighborhood. I hated her for it, but to Lucy it was all fun and games. Now looking back on it, I wouldn’t change any of it because at that point in Lucy’s life running was what she loved and I would do anything to make my dog happy.
Thankfully that was short lived. She grew fat and lazy and no longer cared to run.
In recent years she developed bumps and growths, so we knew her time was coming to an end soon. It wasn’t until this summer when it really hit me; I went to visit my mom and when I went to pet Lucy I could easily feel her ribcage. Which was abnormal for my fat little Lu Lu. Then I went home last Saturday and the only dog that greeted me at the door was my sister’s pup that mom was babysitting. It kind of scared me, but I walked around the corner and there she was sprawled out on the couch just looking at me. That was the moment I knew it was time to put her down. Lucy ALWAYS greeted and ALWAYS barked up a storm when anyone passed through my mom’s doorway. You could tell that she really did not feel well and as much as it hurt to even think about I knew we had to put her down soon. Special and weird shout out to my mom for taking initiative and taking her into the Vet. I would not have been able to bring her in myself. So thank you mom for being strong and bringing her in, but also staying strong the whole day that I spent with you there after. Although not being able to say goodbye is killing me right now.
The past couple days without Lucy have been really hard on all of us. Today, I went to mom’s for the first time since she passed and I couldn’t help but cry. When you have a dog for nine years you just get so used to having it around. You drop food on the ground and there is no dog to come pick it up, no dog that greets you at the door, no dog there to cuddle with you while watching the television, or no dog to let out to go potty. (Today my mom said “before we go to Target I have to let out Lucy” then had the harsh realization that she is gone.) This is something that we all have to get used to now, something that may seem tedious to some, but is really hard on us. We all love Lucy so dearly no matter how much of a little brat she was.
Dogs truly become apart of your family. The past nine years with Lucy has been one huge blessing. I will forever thank God for putting her in my life.
Knowing that she is not hurting any more is the only thing getting me through this. Rest in peace Lu Lu I will miss your loud snoring, your cute begging face, you greeting me at the door, and most of all your cuddles. Can’t wait to be with you again one day.