Goodbye Lucy

The thing about human beings is that they often make you feel worse than you already do. On the other hand, dogs usually make you feel much better. And the better the dog, the better you feel. Let's just say that Lucy was a very good dog.

The cutest puppy I ever saw.

 

The absolute cutest.

Monte didn't know what to think of her at first, but I couldn't keep my hands off her.

That one marble in her head made it really hard to pottie train her. But did I mention how cute she was?

One day she grew these things called legs.

Monte started to come around.

And soon she began to follow the ways of the Dark Lord.

Loved the sun.

Loved her brother.

Loved her naps.

Sweetest dog you would ever meet.

The sweetest.

When we lost Monte, I held him in my arms and whispered in his ear the only words that came into my mind... "You're a good boy. You're a good boy. You're a good boy."

When it was Lucy's turn, I held her in my arms and whispered in her ear... "You're a good girl. You're a good girl. You're a good girl."

And she always made me feel better, right up until they day she left.

Goodbye good girl.