Saying Goodbye

Last month we lost our Lulu, and I haven’t quite been ready to share that. Honestly, I’m still not. It is never easy to lose a pet, but this time was different. We have loved all our dogs with our whole hearts, but Lulu was special. She was the best dog any of us had ever had. I swear, she knew English and followed instructions. Stay where I can see you in the yard. Go get your brothers out of bed. Give Momma some love. Do you want a fire? Wanna go upstairs and take a nap? She was a little aloof, but she always knew when things weren’t right or you needed some extra attention or a hug. She’d lay by you when you were sick, or stay close when there was tragedy. If you lost someone, she knew. If you were sick, she knew. If you were devastated, she knew, and there she was. Lulu was an excellent judge of character and fiercely watched over my boys for the last 12 years while they played. I always felt a little safer knowing she was there, even though she didn’t like to get her feet wet and couldn’t be bothered to chase off a rodent. She was virtually fearless, only to be broken down by gunshots, fireworks or a fire alarm chirping… then she was in your lap, a quivering ball of nerves. She was all of ours, but she loved Scott like no other, so while I know how hard this has been, I know it’s even harder for him. We will never have another dog like Lulu, and she will be forever missed. She gave us 12 years of life with the best dog, I hope that we returned the favor by half by at least trying to be her best family.