We were not Lucy’s first owners. She belonged to an elderly woman. The elderly woman’s family became concerned when they didn’t hear from her for a while and were very sad to find she had been dead for several days. The woman was found in her bed and right beside her was Lucy. None of the medical or family members could get Lucy off the bed so they could retrieve the body. It was determined that Lucy hadn’t left that bed for days either. Lucy was finally removed forcefully and left at the vet’s office where my mother worked. The vet decided that they couldn’t do enough for Lucy. She was in mourning for her owner. My mother brought her to us hoping that the children would perk Lucy up and answer Tommy’s begging. Tommy had been begging for months that he wanted his own dog. Tommy was 6-years-old and struggling to function at school, at home and in the community. Tommy had good days and bad days but he also had very, very bad days. Tommy lit up like Christmas when my mother brought Lucy to our house. Lucy hid under a chair and Tommy just sat on the floor beside her. Little by little, Lucy relaxed and bonded with us as we fell in love with her. She was part of our family for 10 years. Last night when I came upstairs to do bed checks I expected to see Lucy stretched out on the couch. She wasn’t there. She wasn’t sleeping in Tommy’s bed either. Today Noah came home early because he was sick, but he has no symptoms. Tommy’s teachers decided he wasn’t able to take his Gateway test before they even knew why he was so angry and unhappy. Amy said she wants “Lucy to be new again.” Lucy wasn’t just a dog. She was part of our family and we all miss her.