In July, she was struck by a car in our driveway. She bolted into the corn field after she was hit and when Doug found her a few rows in, she was already gone. He tearfully carried her out, just like I'd seen him carry her a hundred times before when they were headed to bed. The sight of him holding her for the last time, then laying her on the ground to say goodbye, still stings my eyes.
There is a space in our home that she left behind. She had a way of soothing the ache and expressing love in her own gentle way. When she made therapy visits, she'd get right to her work of soothing their souls, lying flat and quietly connecting at the heart.
Living on the farm, we have seen the circle of life rotate many times. We accept that. But by far, losing Lucy has been the most difficult.
In Memory of Lucy