Some Things Are Just Hard

This past year has been a rollercoaster ride of unimaginable miraculous highs and painful goodbyes.

I will try not to cry as I think about having said goodbye to one of the sweetest souls, I have ever had the pleasure to live with. Age comes to us all, and my little peanut was no exception.

Lucy had been with me for her entire life, minus 10 weeks, and she had been in mine for 16 years.

I remember the first time I saw her. I was hoping for a Morki puppy but there were none at my favorite reputable pet store. I would stop several times a week to pet puppies and get my "fix" for the time being. When this adorable little ragamuffin caught my eye.

I watched her prance down the aisle and instantly fell in love. That prance became her signature dog persona.

It was bound to happen. One cannot play with fire and expect to not get burned.

I had it bad for her and immediately tried to figure out how I could possibly afford this "designer" dog from the pet store.

Please don't get riled up about her not being an official rescue dog, because the day my husband bought her for me and we took her home, was the day that we both rescued each other.

I unapologetically state here that there is no fix like a puppy or kitten fix to fill up your heart with goodness.

She grew up in my pottery studio and gallery and spent many years greeting customers and laying at my feet.

Lucy brought a smile to many, many people over the years. She patiently endured every grandchild without complaint. She was the neighborhood princess as we walked streets and greeted people and other dogs. She had this funny habit when she met a dog she did not care for, she never got ugly, but she would get as far away as the leash would allow and follow at a healthy distance. However, if she liked a dog, she would eagerly drag me towards them until she was nose to nose.

She also liked to "burry" her food. You may have seen or had a dog who did this. If she did not want the food in her dish right then, she would use her nose to push the bowl under anything handy or push something over the top of the bowl. Nothing was out of the realm of possibilities here, shoes, dish towels, rugs, power cords...you name it, she used it.

She was perfection in my eyes. A true gift from God.

I am in a time of transition right now. Her passing was one that I thought I had more time for.

Not all my transitioning is this sorrowful, I will tell you the other happier details some other time, this post is in honor of Lucy.

Her loss is felt deeply because her unconditional love for me was deeper still.

I believe I will see her again in heaven. Until then... she will be greatly missed.

Love

Char

Those eyes!