It is a sad day at our house. Murphy's best friend for all his life died yesterday. You may have seen her picture on Murphy's 12th birthday blog. She was four months older than Murphy. They had learned to walk with leashes together as Sarah and I would take them for two-mile walks every afternoon. People all over town knew them.
They had matching scarves and would greet people as we walked all over town. Each day we would take them to the neighbor's big yard to play. Lucy was the best frisbee player. She would catch it in mid air. Murphy always let her have it. He was more interested in chewing it than catching it.We always called Lucy...Lucy Lover because that is exactly what she was. She would come up to you as you sat watching tv and push your hand up to pet her. She would want to crawl up on your lap if you would let her. She was always such a lady. She would prance as they walked. Murphy was the bold one wanting to be out front on the walks, but Lucy would quietly walk behind just taking her dainty time. We are so thankful we had Lucy in our lives and that she was Murphy's best girl. They were the perfect example of what a couple should be. They each knew the other's strengths and weaknesses. They could play together for hours or just sit side by side and be quiet. I really believe that God gave us dogs so we would understand unconditional love.
WE LOVE YOU, LUCY!!!