The day I picked up Lucy, she was 8.5 weeks old. She was the tiniest little puppy. All black and some brown. She cried and cried. We didn’t have anything for her, we weren’t prepared in any way, but there she was in our life now. On KSL, they listed her as a boy, saying that “he” was the only one left. I didn’t really care the gender, I’ve lived with both a female and male dog. When I got there, they handed her to me and said, “Here’s Bella.” And I was like.. what? I thought she was a boy? But took her anyway. She cried and cried and nibbled at my hand and tried to escape a billion times.
I changed her name because I just wasn’t feeling Bella and didn’t think that it fit her. I was talking to my older sister about it and she said, “Give her an older name like Lucille or something.” And immediately it clicked. That name fit her. It fit her and I loved it. So, we named her Lucille and obviously call her Lucy for short. She definitely grew into the name and I just think it’s the best name we came up with.
Brady and I spent many, many mornings, waking up at 5:00 am to a crying 8.5 week old puppy. We’d sit with her and she’d be so ready to play and we couldn’t keep our eyelids open but somehow, we made it out alive. She grew fast. She was a diva from day one. I loved that when she was a puppy, she took so many naps, that were at least 2-3 hours each time. I remember feeling panic and texted my sister to see if it was normal and she said it was. Thank goodness.
We did really well with potty training and she learned VERY quickly/early on, that the door meant outside. And every time we thought she was going to pee, we picked her up and took her outside. After every meal, we took her outside. After a while, she would start to cry at the door to go potty. It was amazing and we’re so lucky she learned this early. After a little while, we moved her bed to the family room instead of in our room. We taught her to be quiet at night, in the family room. We taught her what “bed” was and that at night time (or when it’s dark) we are to be quiet and we sleep. She learned that really quickly as well.
She did give us a run for our money though. Escaping out the door with every fiber in her being while we desperately tried to stop her. That led to many chases around the apartment complex. She was a fast puppy. She hated phones, computers or even TV. If you weren’t looking at her face, she would sit and cry and cry and cry until you did. If you had your phone in your face, she would move it out of the way. I thought it was hilarious. It taught me real quick to spend more time with her instead of letting her play by herself.
I could go on and on and on about her first year, but I won’t. I’ve documented that in my other blog. When our apartment lease was up, we were in the middle of maybe moving out of state OR living with my mom. Either way, we couldn’t take Lucy with us and needed to find a home for her. We were devastated and cried for days. My wonderful grandma and aunt messaged us and offered to take her until we were able to work something out that would allow us to have her. It was a huge blessing, a huge sigh of relief, and something we’ll never be able to thank them enough for. They didn’t have to take her, love her, teach her, feed her… but they did. And it was more than I could have asked.
In no way am I upset with my grandparents, or my aunt or any family. They didn’t have to take her in their home but they did. For that, I’m so grateful. Brady and I officially moved to my moms while we figured out our future with moving, jobs and school. Our plans changed a couple of weeks ago, and so did my grandparents’ plans. Nobody is at fault nor am I angry with them. I want to make that VERY clear. It was bound to happen at some point and we were blessed with more time.
My heart is broken, and I’m really sad that Lucy will be going to a new home with a new family to love her and take care of her. They’ll help her grow up and learn. I’m excited for her. I’m not going to mention much about our plans yet, but even though we cannot have her with us now, she’ll always be with us. I’ll always love my Lucy girl. My baby girl. My loo loo. My Lucille. I never liked the term “dog mom,” I just felt like it wasn’t me and never felt like one. That has most definitely changed now.
Lucille is my baby. My first baby. My first little baby to steal my heart. The hardest sacrifice and decision I’ve ever had to make about her. I’ll miss her forever, even though I’m excited for her new life. First dog, first love. We’ll miss you baby girl. So much.
|Our last family photo.
We love you Lucille,
and we’ll miss you like crazy.
|You can’t hear it but she was crying when I took this.
She saw that we were leaving and began to cry.
Basically the moment I lost it.
xoxo. Lucille, we love you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!