RIP Sweet Lucy
|Sweet Lucy at Christmas|
Today I had to make a very difficult decision to say goodbye to a dear friend. This black and white tuxedo cat has kept us entertained for the past 10 years. She entered our lives when things were in transition and we were riding a roller coaster of emotions, confusion, and sadness. Her antics as a kitten and her engaging personality brought levity and distraction to me and to my three young girls.
She was affectionate, or as affectionate as a cat might allow herself to be. She had quirky behaviors that often had us shaking our heads in wonder. This cat wouldn't lap at her water dish, no, she would daintily dip her paw into the water, then discreetly lick the moisture up. Sometimes she would race laps up and down the stairways, chasing some imaginary creature. She had a remarkable way of looking at you so that you'd swear she was an old soul trapped in a feline disguise.
|Here's that look that you'd swear belonged to an all-knowing soul, nearly human.|
|One of Lucy's favorite pastimes was emptying out any box she deemed worthy as a perch.|
We will miss you, my black and white cat, we will miss your trance-like stare, your purr, and expressive tail flips. And despite the disagreeable habit of scratching, we will miss you leaving your mark on those items cats should never dare to use as a scratching post.
It has been hard to accept that Lucy has exited the life she has known. I do feel some relief if I try to envision her rolling in a field of green green grass, hopping after butterflies and birds, at peace finally and happy.
RIP Lucy 2002-2012