Moans & Groans

 My forever loved Lucy, my little black and white tuxedo, died on 12-12-22. She was 19. She went in peace in my arms at the vet's, but I haven't been in peace since. I have one left, a rescue, Happy, who is now 7. He tries his best to take the place of Sam & Lucy, and I love him for it, but I swear to God, there will never be another Lucy.

So let's just add to that for this feeling-terrible-for-myself day. Today I happen to be in physical pain along with heartbreak. I'm now in that awful stage of COPD where there's nowhere else to go. I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy. For the last 2 days, it has been actually painful to breathe so I'm being very quiet and still. 

This photo of my Lucy was taken by the vet within 1 min after her passing in my arms:

Just a few days before, she had still made her way around the house even though she had barely any sight left. Here she is in the kitchen with me. There are no words to describe the love I had for my girl.