On this day, in the year two thousand, eleven years ago, my forever beloved Lucy
was born. She passed away on july eighteenth two thousand and one from a tragic accident
that left me crushed for a decade.
I love her still but I have found peace in her passing.
Sleep well dear girl.
M.Z.
ps: i no longer have photos of her in my data base so this was the only photo i could find on line. she was about to win best in her class. one point from her championship. she died less than a week later.
she never would keep her ears up. silly beast.
m.z.
2 comments:
we aren't good at losing the furry ones, no we are not.
i had my Mister Torval for 18 years, best friend ever.
I love that your writing got teeny when you talked about her ears...
she looks like she was very wise...
Batman sends love to you--
Oh, Lucy was anything but "wise". In fact the little wingnut was hell on wheels, but she did have a nice way of destroying furniture and chewing holes in chain link fences. essentially she was a tsunami on legs.
I loved her all the more for it. The wee devil.
M.Z.
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