That's what her father called her. I called her many things - Ms Furthing, Furface, and Fussy Furpants when appropriate. Mostly we called her the sweetest little girl ever, a big lump of black and white who loved to snuggle and always slept up against one of us.
I joined them when Lucy was 8. We spent many wonderful years together, hiking the trails, playing with her fur friends in the neighborhood, cuddling in bed each night with her either snuggled between us or draped over me. I tried to un-spoil her, but she had her daddy wrapped around her little paw and there wasn't much that I could do to change either of them.
Besides, how could I say "no" to that face?
I could tell you a million stories about Lucy and all the fun things she did, how she made us laugh, how she loved us and protected us, how she once ate the siding off of the house.
Lucy turned 15 a couple of months ago. She was feeling her age, moving slower, not able to play with her puppy friends any more. She tried her best, though, still trying to splash through puddles, still trying to chase her friends around, still a big snuggly lump of spots curled up against me every night.
Lucy left us two weeks ago. I had wanted to write about her before, but between work and taking care of her, there just wasn't time. Anyway, I wanted you to meet Lucy. She was the sweetest little girl ever.