Lucy came in to my husband's life when she was a tiny bundle of spots. Our vet had rescued her from a breeder who wanted to euthanize her because she was deaf. She was the life of the party in puppy class, always the center of attention, teasing all the other puppies so that they would chase her. She ruled over her yard from on top of the hot tub cover. She was big and bold, racing the hillsides of the woods near our home, splashing and digging in every puddle and stream, playing with the biggest tree branch that she could find - the queen of the street and of her daddy's heart.

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.
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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.
I'm so sorry for the loss of your friend, M. Thank you for introducing us to her and for the beautifully written tribute. <3
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