Today we put our 15-year-old Border Collie, Lucy, to sleep. It was a peaceful, emotional procedure at our house.
The death hit Trish especially hard. I adopted Lucy a week or so after Trish moved from Australia to the U.S. to eventually marry me. Trish couldn't work, didn't know the area or a single person in Florida. And I was working as a night police reporter at the Palm Beach Post.
Lucy was there for Trish when I couldn't be. The two of them become inseparable over more than ten years. Through our move to Colorado, the purchase of our first house, the birth of Tristan, the death of my niece, Lucy was always there for her.
In the end we gathered around Lucy, who was no longer able to move, as she slowly went to sleep and then just stopped being.
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