My life was difficult when I was younger.
The true meaning of loving something and being loved unconditionally was a vague concept.
Then at the age of 36 God blessed me with a
wife, and a year later He gave both of us
A precious gift in the form of a 4 an a half pound yorkie named Lacy.
We got her in a rescue, she had been badly abused all 8 years of her life and I think God knew that we needed each other.I tried not to love her at first,remembering childhood pets that had passed not wanting to feel that pain again. But that wasn’t in gods plan.
Never in my life have I loved something like this. She came around quite quickly and grew fur and finally was given a chance to play and be happy.
As I sit here writing this I can still feel her tiny paws scratching at my leg to please pick her up and hold her as she slept. I realize now that all she ever wanted was Love and we tried to give that to her every day of our lives.
Shes everywhere I look. In photographs on the wall and the memories I hold dear in my heart. She gave us 7 joyous years of love as only the most special of friends can.
So I guess I am writing on this night of so many tears, still hurting so deeply from your passing still thinking of the vet telling me you were taking your last breaths, and my wife on the cell phone, so far away she could not be there telling me to let you go and not let you hurt. Then driving home with you rolled up in a towel from the vet and friends hurrying over to help me bury you in the shade of the back yard where you loved to sniff and play. That was 3 weeks ago and it has been a bad month but it
Is time now for me to begin telling you goodbye. My precious Lacy my little Baby dog I know you are sleeping on gods arm now and someday I will see You again. Goodbye my sweet precious friend.
Lacy
September 1989 – August 29th 2004
In Memory Of Lacy
| Michael Dover |