The adjustment.

The end of Lucy's trail came on July 2nd. Her health had been failing considerably. The vet was awesome! Dr. Shannon had been Lucy's vet since the first visit when she was a puppy. She explained everything very well, and truly loved Lucy and referred to her as a friend. Afterwards, we buried Lucy at my parent's "Pet Cemetary". My dad had the hole dug and a name plate that he welded that says " We <3 Lucy! " It was incrediable, and so touching.

When we returned back home, Gracelyn asked the big question, "where's Lucy?" I knew that was coming, and has asked several times since. Shane is still sad, but we have all adjusted to ONE less in our home. We love you Lucy, and always will. She was one great dog loved by many!! This is a picture of her eating her last steak bone. We should have given her more of them throughout the years, but after finding bones buried in my plants, in the couch cushions, and then later in her years, the fact that she'd get sick after devouring the whole bone kind of discouraged us from giving in.