We Loved Lucy

Today is a sad day for us. Lucy, one of our cats, died. She was 21 years old.

Linda and Lucy were inseperable. Lucy was there for her through good times and bad. She ruled the house as if she was several times her size (even in her advanced age, she totally owned our golden retriever). I knew her during the last five or so years of her life, well into her curmudgeon phase, but even I could see how extra-ordinarily tough she was. A few years ago she was the victim of a dog attack that left her with a dislocated leg that never healed properly and she still managed to get around almost as easily with three legs as with four. She never lacked for something to say and she always knew what she wanted.

I hope that, wherever she is, she will remember us as fondly as we remember her.