I can't remember the exact year Lucy came into the lives of me and Photogal. I'm guessing it must have been 2004 or 2005, but it could have been a little earlier or a little later. What I do know is that she seemed like she had been in our lives forever. We met her as a stray little dog, running all over Division Street, and we cornered her in a gangway by Mirai—which by the way I discovered that day that the people in Mirai's kitchen will not notice a small dog running all over the place under their feet, leading me to never eat there again—while we waited for Animal Control.
Animal Control never came so we coaxed her out slowly, and were able to walk her home on a piece of rope offered to us by a shopkeeper next door. We brought her to the Anti-Cruelty Society but the second we left her Photogal started crying because she wanted adopt her so badly. We waited the appropriate amount of time in order to give Lucy's previous guardian time to pick her up if they wanted her, but we visited her every day. And adopted her as soon as enough time had passed.
Through the years Lucy did get up to some devilish adventures—I'll never forget spending an entire night looking for her after she escaped from the back yard only to have a neighbor half a block away call me and tell me she was wandering around their back door—but she never ran out of sweetness and love.
And one of my absolute fondest memories of Lucy is watching her and Betty running all over the huge lawn at Photogal's farmhouse in Michigan; they both just looked so happy.
As you know, Betty left us over a year ago and last week Lucy followed her, so I'd like to think that the two of them are just having the times of their lives getting endless belly rubs and running all over a huge lawn up in doggy heaven.
Bye little Lulu, I'm so glad I was able to get in one last visit with you last week before you had to go.
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