Frankie is my current familys’ (my mom, my boyfriend,& I) dog. She came into our lives by the guidance of our farm dog Lucy. You see, to understand why Frankie’s story is so important, you might need to understand a little bit about our family dog history (if that’s a thing). Lucy was our family dog that helped us find Frankie, and this is Lucy’s Story.
Lucy… in the sky with diamonds
Family pets are family members. All pets are family members, and more specifically all dogs are family members. These family members can also be our best friends. It’s a big role for a dog to take on, and they do it willingly. But for most dogs there is no place in the world they would rather be. Dogs give us an unconditional amount of love and loyalty. They ask from us so little in return; That is, Just to be loved back.
Lucy. My family picked Lucy out of a litter of purebred golden retrievers. The breeders were a small dairy farming family, that owned two ‘goldens’ as pets. Breeding wasn’t a business for them or a main source of income. October of 2008, Lucy joined my family. She was a playful, mischievous puppy. Her favorite activity as a puppy was to make a pile of my belongs out in middle of the livingroom. Her ‘trophies’ were mostly comprising of bras, underwear, and other unmentionables.
I want to stress my importance on #AdoptDontShop. I am faaaar from prefect and have paid for a purebred puppy. Lucy is an example of buying a puppy, rather than, going to a shelter to adopt an orphan. At the time my family and I weren’t properly educated on #AdoptDontShop, and all the good that comes from giving an orphan a home. I also
want to stress that buying a purebred isn’t a sin either. There’re many reason for wanted a purebred. Examples are; medical and health risks that may cause people to be more compatible with certain breeds. I just want to raise awareness on how many amazing dogs that are still orphans. I did not realize what I was representing by shopping for my dog from a breeder rather than adopting from a shelter. I didn’t realize I could be helping so many other dogs, but that has changed. I am now more properly educated, and ignorance will no longer be my excuse. I don’t want to chastise anyone for buying from REPUTABLE breeders, or for desiring a specific breed. The world needs more good dog owners, for the sake of our four-legged friends. So the more responsible dog owners, the better. period.
As Lucy proceeded to age we notice failing sight in both eyes. When we brought her in for her 2-year-old check up, the vet said she was permanently blind. The vet explained it could be from breeding or blunt force trauma. Lucy never displayed any signs of pain, discomfort, tenderness, or sensitive to her eyes. We decided, that if it didn’t bother Lucy, it wouldn’t bother us. We loved her all the same! Lucy blossomed into a loving, happy, Kong fetching Farm dog. We joked that she developed one of the best noses in the county because of all the fetch she played. Watching her play fetch was truly a sight to see, wit her lacking the ability to see.
Fast forward almost 9 years, Late summer (2016) Lucy’s appetite started to decrease quite rapidly, and when her weight lost became visible we brought her to the veterinarian. Without running any test, the vet’s pushed us out the door with senior dog food as her cure. After 6 more heart-breaking days of my family begging Lucy to eat, we decided to get a second veterinarian’s opinion. We knew something wasn’t right. The 2nd veterinarian visit warranted blood tests and lab samples. Lucy was diagnosed with cancer, and given 4 to 6 months to live. Since the cancer had warn down her system so badly, Lucy also was battling an infection. They gave us antibiotics for her infection, and the options of doing a fluid/vitamin I.V. to try to help her bounce back. The vet didn’t give us much hope for cancer treatment options. My mom and I were determined to get our rambunctious fetch playing girl back for the short amount of time we still had with her. We started her on a high quality dog food called Blue Buffalo. We spend time making sure she would eat, and applauded her when she finished her meals. She snapped out of it, and within a week she was asking to play fetch again. The antibiotics, dog food, and excercise made a world of difference. Through the winter, Lucy continued to get better. And by the 6th month of life expectance she was given to live, she was at the best condition we had ever seen her in. She continued to excel, reverting almost back to a puppy-like state. She would play with my Black Lab Kalli, and bark when she was excited. It was amazing to witness.
We always knew our time was limited, and I had prepared myself for this goodbye since the cancer arrived. It just happened so quickly, and so suddenly. It still took me by surprise, and I wish I had done more for Lucy. She started acting abnormal about 9 pm on 11th of July,2017. By midnight I had made 2 very concerned called to my veterinarian. He told me to keep her comfortable and wait till morning; that it was likely upset stomach from the symptoms I was describing.
We didn’t get another morning with her.
The night she passed away she was extremely comfortable; never whimpering, crying, or wincing when she would move. She would wag her tail whenever I said her name, and she got up twice by herself throughout the night and moved around. She spent her final hours exactly where she wanted to be, on her farm, with her family, sleeping outside my moms door, keeping her safe.
Family pets are family members, and Lucy was the best family member and country girl could ask for.