One year ago today, our sweet Lucy died. She was an amusing, entertaining, loving, puzzling dog, but she was unfortunately plagued with a whole host of medical issues. (Epilepsy, and aspiration during seizures led to chronic lung disease (and several bouts of pneumonia), plus she was hypothyroid, and then there was the Cushing’s Disease, and I can’t forget the recurring urinary tract infections, and…) But she had a way of making us laugh with her silly personality and antics, and she was a great snuggler. We loved her so much.
(That’s one of my favorite photos of Lucy – I think the perspective of it is funny, since her head seems so big. But it’s a perspective we saw a lot of, because she always wanted to be with us, and she was also captivated by the slight possibility that we might be giving her something to eat if we asked her to sit!)
I took a moment this morning to read back through some old blog posts about Lucy:
- An interesting series of events on our 7th wedding anniversary.
- A glimpse at our own personal veterinary pharmacy.
- Her first 24-hour round of unstoppable seizures.
- When she died.
- How life seemed different after she left us.
Here’s the photo from the beagle rescue that made us want to meet her:
And here she is, “pre-washing” the dishes in the dishwasher (her belly had been shaved for an ultrasound to look at her kidneys – and then her hair didn’t grow back for a year due to her Cushing’s):
And lounging after a rough day of a dog’s life:
So, today I’m a little sad. I’ve shed a few tears. I enjoyed a particularly lovely snuggle-fest with Macy this morning, so that was helpful.
I miss that girl.