Monday Memories

My sweet Lucy would not have enjoyed today in southeast Texas for it was in the low 80's and very humid. 

Monday Memories

It's been a bit cooler here in southeast Texas and my sweet Lucy would be especially frisky if she were here.

Monday Memories

My sweet Lucy inspecting the backyard after a heavy rain.

Monday Memories

My sweet Lucy always enjoyed the water on a hot day. I hope you have a great 4th of July and find some water to cool you down.

Monday Memories

My sweet Lucy always enjoyed her ice cream.  She didn't seem to care if it was Blue Bell or Kroger's Private Selection.

Mondday Memories

Monday Memories

I miss my sweet Lucy.  Especially when I see other Golden's.  They are always smiling it seems.  Lucy didn't smile much in her last months with cancer but she was always good natured.

Monday Memories:It's Been Two Years

I can't believe that it has been two years since my sweet Lucy died of cancer.  When I see other golden retrievers have a flood of memories.  You were such a good girl.  When I felt you needed a playmate and brought Sable home you took her and raised her as your own.  Albeit a little rough at times.  I remember when Sable had an ear infection and I was straddling her putting medicine in her ears and you bit me on the backside thinking I was hurting her. (I assume.)  I miss your sweet smile Lucy.  You served me well!

Monday Memories

 Back when I was a one dog owner, I took my sweet Lucy on her first trip to Arkansas.  While in my hometown, we went to the park and I tortured Lucy with all the ducks.  As she got older, we would walk around the neighborhood park here and she didn't show the interest in ducks as she did on this visit.

Monday Memories

My sweet Lucy was always fond of the jugular.

Heartbroken

 I lost my sweet Lucy Saturday to cancer.  I can't say that I was surprised but still heartbroken.
She had not eaten but a few bites on Thursday and nothing before I left for work on Friday.  Friday evening she was slow to greet me following the rush of Sable and Joe.  She lay in the kitchen as I made dinner and still would not accept a treat of any kind.  My father and me fell asleep watching TV.  I get up to open the door to let everyone do their business before I close the pet door for the night.  I start to sit down on the patio when I realize Lucy had not followed.  She is still laying under the dining room table barely seen under my dust cover.  When she would not respond, I moved the table and she was just lying there breathing heavily.  I fell to my knees balling.  I know I must be an ugly crier.  You know the kind, like the actress Laura Dern in the movie Blue Velvet.  I don't know why I was so shocked to find her in that state considering she hadn't eaten.  I laid next to her while Joe and Sable paced the floor and my Father continue to sleep in his chair.  After I got my Father to bed, I managed to get Lucy on a sheet and I put her on the ottoman in the den.

I knew the vet's office opened at 7:00 AM on Saturdays so I spent the night petting her, crying, and apologizing to her. The office told me to bring her in at 8:00 AM.  I thought I was ready at this point but my legs were so weak and I thought that my knees would buckle when it came time to load her in my truck.  I had to place her on her bed in the back of my truck which I hated.  I had never allowed my girls or Joe to ride in the back of the truck but it was all I could manage at this point.  I made the trip in less than 15 minutes.  I went to the side door.  Holding my handkerchief to my face I told a vet tech that I had Lucy.  She looked startled and sympathetic and said okay and that she would get the vet.  Two techs came out and helped me carry her inside.  They left me in the room alone with her till I was ready for the vet.
I cried all the way home.  The only thing more heart wrenching than taking her away for the last time was coming home for the first time and her not here to greet me.
I loved Lucy.  She was not always affectionate when I needed her to be but she was so very protective of me and our home.  She was so good when I got Sable taking care of her and showing her the rules of the house.  I have often heard people question if their pets will be in heaven but I haven't really thought of that.  I feel like I had a little piece of heaven right here for over ten years with my Lucy girl.

Thank you for all your kind words, thoughts, and prayers, the last few weeks.

My Lucy Girl

Lucy is still taken me along for this roller coaster ride called life.  When I brought her home from the vet over a week ago I thought that she wouldn't live a week.  But...although I haven't been successful getting her meds down most days she does seem to be in good spirits.  Her mood seems to improve as the day progresses.  She's eating some but I can see that she is getting weaker.  She doesn't jump on the furniture as she once did with ease.  I hope that she hangs on for a long time if she is not suffering.

Have A Wet n' Wild Weekend!

Lucy's Cool Spot

Most Obstinate Of All Dogs

With the temperatures finally below the 90 degree mark and lower humidity during the day my girls are venturing out more. Well, if I venture out they do. I was having flashbacks from 7 years ago when I first got Lucy as I watched her move several times and each time planting herself on my boarders of lirope. The grass is not good enough? When she was just 2 months old she preferred beds of hostas or periwinkle. She still seems to take great pleasure in her total disregard for me and my plants.

Representin'

Lucy serves her gender well by laying around and watching me trim trees and shrubs. I think she is most happy when she sees me sweat in or out of the house. I know one thing from looking at this picture:this big hair ball is going to the groomers.

Daddy:Please Turn The Heat On