Our little Lu died this morning. I hate making such a sad post here, but Lucy was such a part of our (mine and Andy's) lives, and I mention her in my blog bio, my shop bio, she's all over my Instagram feed...I figured I might as well let those of you who probably never met her, but certainly knew of her, know about her passing.
She died very peacefully and quickly, here at home, for which I am so grateful. It wasn't a total surprise. She was (we think) about 15 years old, and had started having seizures in December. However, she was in mostly very good health over the last several months, enjoying her kibble and snuggling up with The Boy (what we imagined she would call Andy if she could speak human words) for afternoon naps right up until the end.
If there is an afterlife, I hope the other dogs there understand Lucy's standoffish-ness. She never was very sociable with other dogs. However, there had better be plenty of cats, as Lucy found cats utterly fascinating. (She was a very independent minded little dog, not a needy "pet me" type. That and her love of napping in the sun had me convinced she thought she was a cat.) I also hope that the afterlife is full of an unending supply of dog and human treats--Lucy loved to eat absolutely everything, but most especially the scraps of whatever The Boy was cooking us for dinner that night.
She was simply the very best dog ever. I'll love you always little Lu, and I don't think I'll ever stop missing you.