News from my Iowa family that their most beloved Lucy has died. They took Lucy to North Carolina as they usually do when they use their cabin, with the plan to also take her to Florida but Lucy was getting old, her hind legs not much able to hold her up. She went outside one day in NC and wanted to lay down, never a good sign for a dog, and she died there, both Tom and Diana with her, holding her. (me typing and sobbing at the same time.)
They gave her a nice burial sight on their land in North Carolina, a place she loved and was happy to walk around the woods and sit on the porch, so its fitting that she died there.
As any pet owner can attest, the death of a four-legged family member is traumatic and painful. Lucy is no exception. Lucy greeted you with her whole body wagging, she was gentle and lovable and deeply devoted. The daily routine of waking up and walking her is gone. So too, gone are the hugs and greetings.
I can only imagine the aching hearts – everyone who knew Lucy loved her, and she loved them back. Sigh. Dawg sends her love.