Lucy was a gal's best friend.
Up until the day she died, after she'd lost so much weight and no longer had the stamina for our daily creek walks, she was still ready to go with me for a car ride or an examination of our home garden.
Yesterday, the day after she died, I washed her towels and blankets and dog bed. Today I remembered her food and water dishes she used downstairs. She was such a good dog, such a good friend.
Finding and washing her things, gave me pause.
Lucy was pure spirit medicine.
I learned so much from her about giving and receiving love and the attention and devotion required of lifetime companions. I'm so grateful she was in my life and home for her eleven delightful years.
