Lucy, My Angel
Lucy was my first baby, a cuddly cocker spaniel. When I adopted her last year, I was told that she was a healthy, five year old girl. Little did I know, she was ten and full of health issues.
Lucy was hardly a normal dog--she was better. Puppy-sized for life, she liked nothing more than snuggling up close to sleep on my lap. Her favorite place to sleep was on my chest, right under my chin. It was a place she fit perfectly. She learned her name on the first day and was instantly attached. Whenever I would leave her on the couch so that I could get something for another room, she would worry that I would never come back.
Lucy lived for ten years in a puppy mill, which had a tragic effect on her life. The day I brought her home she was afraid to step on grass because she had never seen it before. But despite her horrific upbringing, she flourished in response to my love. She was the most loyal, personable dog I have ever encountered. Her happiness was evident in her wagging tail, loving eyes, and eagerness to chase squirrels. However, she was most content to sleep up against me--and sleep she did.
Lucy slept at all hours of the day. Unless we were on a short walk, she snoozed on my lap. I was both charmed and alarmed by her lethargic nature, so to the vet we went. After many tests and appointments, we learned that Lucy was indeed a very sick little girl. She suffered from decaying teeth, persistent ear infections, a runny nose, severe anemia, a respiratory infection, and seizures. Three vets and a team of nurses could not pinpoint her diagnosis, but I left armed with a multitude of medications.
Lucy's condition deteriorated rapidly and two months after her adoption, I laid my 9-lb baby to rest.
Despite her brief time as my "child," I like to believe that love was her only reality during her final days. She kissed my life and I know that whenever the day comes, I will be a better mother because of her. Her legacy lives on with a framed collar in my house and most importantly, with my new puppy.
Lacy is three months old and full of life. Her name was chosen to honor Lucy, who will always be my first baby girl. Her health and happiness bring me such joy and allow me to remember Lucy with happiness.