Lucy, my son’s beloved Pit Bull, died Saturday night at age 11.
She was operated on for bladder cancer three months ago, and was then given three months to live.
She died quite quickly, within 10 feet of my son, who took her everywhere with him. My wife and I saw him on the last day of his life, as did Grandma.
This was a dog loved every second of his life by a young man whose entire life revolved around her.
It was a Never Ending Love Story.
Lucy had a wonderful life and a good death on a warm sunny day after making every possible family connection.
What finally got her appears to be a stroke — perhaps a blood clot or internal rupture, but it was quite quick. To say she will be missed does not describe the loss.
Run on Lucy, your work here is done. Thanks for taking such wonderful care of our boy.