Sorry, things have been a bit quiet over here at Fiercely Fetching. The last couple of months have been a little tough on my heart. I had to let go of my precious dog, Lucy.
If you follow me on Instagram, you will see my shrine to both of my pups, Charm and Lucy.
Both are the loves of my life and I often referred to Lucy as my soul dog. Charm, my perfect little pitbull has been with me for six years and we just celebrated Lucy’s four year anniversary with us in August. Both are rescue and both stole my heart.
Lucy came to me when she was six, so she was already a bit older for her breed (dane/mastiff mix).
Her age really started to catch up with her about a year ago. But, these last two months have been the hardest. Lucy couldn’t do all the things we loved to do. Walks were getting shorter and shorter. We couldn’t go to the store to pick out doggy treats anymore. Rides in the car only occurred when we had to go to the vet. Stairs were a big challenge, walking was even tough as her muscles in her back legs were deteriorating while she was dealing with neurological issues with her back legs and feet.
I kept making a checklist of things that I would use to finally make that dreaded call.
The biggest thing for me was when she was no longer able to greet me when I came home. I LOVED seeing her at the bottom of the stairs, tail wagging just waiting for me to come give her kisses. She never greeted my husband, in fact when he was home she would whine for me and look upstairs. We had this amazing connection that I adored. She loved me more than anything and the feeling was mutual.
When she started struggling with getting up, I was faced with the decision. Then, one night she was barking and could not get up. Once I got her up, she was wobbly and was tripping on her feet. I knew it was time. She couldn’t be happy with not being able to get around on her own.
So, I made that call. Tears streaming down my face. My husband held me while I tried to get the words out to the woman on the other end of the line. I knew it would be difficult. I just didn’t want to lose my soul dog.
We had a great vet service come to the house to help her to the rainbow bridge in the most gentle and comfortable way. I held her, as she laid her head on her bestie, Charm. She left this world as we know it as the most loved dog I know. She was surrounded by her people and her sister, Charm.
I will never forget my Lucifer. I will miss that big mug, her five inch goobers swinging side to side, her thinking she was a lap dog, her love for Charm, her gentle demeanor, buying her birthday and Holiday pressies, dressing her up for Halloween, and laying on her doggy bed with her. There’s a large whole in my heart, but I’m so grateful for the time that we had together. I hope she’s bucking, galloping and cuddling with Monster (our kitty we lost in May).
RIP my dear Lucy.