Lucy came into our lives on January 3, 2010.
Today, around 0945, she was eased into her journey across the Rainbow Bridge whilst I held her in my arms and stroked and talked to her, even though she couldn't hear me. Youngest was there, too, of his own insistence.
As difficult as it was to decide to have Lucy put to sleep, I'm reluctantly glad that I did so. Ironically, had we been able to wait just two more days, she would have been part of our family for *exactly* eleven years and six months to the very day she came home with us.
Lucy was the sole reason I kept sane when my sons were taken from me. She helped me keep a routine that kept me from absolutely falling apart. Because of her loyalty and love, I chose to become homeless rather than give her up, determined that she would NOT be forced to go to a fourth home.
Lucy B., I miss you so much! Thank you for saving me from myself.
