a poet’s notebook

Lucy

Lucy

For thirteen years, it was a rare moment that Lucy (Lady Elucibeth) was not at my heel, or my shoulder, or on my lap. Lucy had all those qualities that we admire in dogs: faithfulness, loyalty, bravery, and deep, abiding love.

Plagued by fears beyond her control (the monster in the oven) Lucy rallied her courage every day to climb those steep stairs; to go through threatening doorways; to do her important and dangerous job of defending and protecting those under her care. She raised her foster-puppy, Henry, with great patience and sturdy example.

Lucy leaves this bereft human; Henry, her companion of ten years (who still looks for her); and many passionately-loved human friends who will miss her noisy, ecstatic greetings.

Lucy & Henry

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5 responses to “Lucy”

  1. Cathy Avatar

    Oh Sharon I’m terrible sorry to read about this 🙁 I know how much these animals mean to you.

  2. Stve Avatar

    Our thoughts are with you and yours.
    Steve and All of Lucy’s friends on the Friday Ark

  3. Cindy Avatar
    Cindy

    Ah, Lucy!

  4. daintee Avatar

    So sorry to read this–it breaks my heart. Having two dogs myself, a day like this is one that I fear most, looming somewhere in my future 🙁

  5. BluegrassPoet Avatar

    I am very sorry. We lost two beloved old cats in the last year, so I can sympathize.

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