|Lucy (affectionately known as "Lucy Lou")|
September 6, 2006-December 3, 2017
Lucy just made everyone happy when she was around and I am grateful for every day I got to be in her life. I’m grateful for all of the kind words my friends and students have offered over the past few days. I’m grateful for the little boy for whom we originally got Lucy (and his father who always commented on her soft ears); I’m grateful for those who attended birthday parties for Lucy, or welcomed her to picnics, or got her an Easter basket, or petted her head when she ran up to them at the park. I’m grateful for family members who came to see her at the clinic to say goodbye, helped dig her grave at the farm, and who warmly embraced the role of grandmother long before actual grandchildren came along. I’m grateful for a father who was known to take his own dog to WKU with him every day, a father who, as an adult, was rarely seen at Marrowbone store without one in tow. I’m grateful for a husband who laid in the floor of vet. clinic with Lucy and me for hours upon hours and who carved her a headstone at the farm (using the type of cursive writing that Lucy always used when signing cards😉). I am certain that Lucy loved all of you.
I am also certain that while feel-good clichés such as “She had a good, long life.” or “She knew she was loved.” or “You still have two pups that you adore.” apply, none really make me feel better right now. I am heartbroken in a way that I do not know how to describe, in a way that I do not feel like others can understand. Even though we are all sane adults who can mentally accept that other people have loved pets too, when we lose our own, there seems a part of us that concludes, “Yes, but…” The universality of emptiness and sadness suddenly seems less concrete, less truthful. In fact, I’m sitting here right now thinking, “I imagine this all sounds crazy to most people. They just can't understand.” Delusion helps us cope sometimes though. If I tell myself that no one else could have possibly shown her more love or made her feel any more special, I will hopefully reach the point when the clichés at the beginning of this paragraph are indeed the framework for my memories.