Two months since...
Well, its been two months since our precious Goose has left us. These two months have been a hell of sorts. First and foremost because we have lost our Lucy, who was cruelly taken from us too early. Then, we have been living through this coronavirus quarantine while grieving. It has not been easy or pleasant. While I am certain that others have worse stories, for us these last two months have been right down there with some of the worst days of our lives.
It has been a while since I have come in here to make a blog entry. I feel bad that I haven’t kept up my mission to pay my respects to Lucy’s memory. But, it has been difficult. I have been reminiscing about Lucy and I am now able to look at pictures of her without being overcome with debilitating sadness. I have even made a couple of videos that show her in some of my favorite pictures. I am in the process of figuring out how best to get those videos up on this site without using Youtube.
I hope you will stay tuned for those things, which are actually pretty good.
Pictures Tell the Story
I think you can tell that I loved Lucy and she loved me in this photo (and others in this series). It’s one of my favorites, taken in September of 2019. At the time this was taken, Michelle was on a trip to Colorado. Lucy and I had driven to the top of Little Mountain for a walk and to take in the view.
Lucy loved to go with me and she preferred to ride in the truck. She liked to sit in the middle where she could see out and see me. She has never been a great traveler as she was prone to car sickness, but yet she never tired of going places with me.
Most of the one-on-one trips were just to and from work or to and from the store. She was very good in the car without me; you wouldn’t know she was even there. When I needed to go to pick up a couple of things at the store, I would often take her if the weather (heat) allowed it.
In the opposite picture, taken during our niece’s visit to Washington in 2018, Lucy and I are posing in the bright summer sun out at the beach on Whidbey Island. She loved to sit in my lap. What a good girl. I am going to miss that.
Lucy was not an outwardly affectionate dog, although she could have her moments. You just had to know her, as Michelle and I did. Just her climbing into my lap – you could tell that she loved me and was very happy and content just to be near and touching me.
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