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I Might Be Crying Now, but the Memories Make Me Smile

Well, the vet called this morning with the news that Lucy passed away in the middle of the night.  In her memory, I thought I'd share a few photos.

A photo from the breeder, taken before we even met Lucy:


The black face and ears changed to brown.  She loved her hedgehog:



She would always listen to me:


Then politely ignore my dumb request to get off the furniture:


I'm still not quite sure why her stubborn naughtiness made me laugh, but it did.  Someone else, who shall remain nameless, endearingly dubbed her "Lucance the Nuisance"--but I know he didn't really mean it.

She was always game for a bellyrub:


She loved to eat, and was delighted whenever she found food just ready for the picking:


She loved to play in all kinds of weather:



Her face lightened through the years, but she was still beautiful:


We had over six wonderful years together.  Good dog, Lucy, good dog!

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  1. You were a very pretty gurl Lucy~~tell Benny hi for us he is your age and cute you will be good furends in heaven...

    Bob the DOg

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  2. LUCY, YOU ARE A BEAUTY.... AND I MUST SAY, YOU LOOK ALMOST IDENTICAL TO MY ANNIE GIRL!!!! DON'T FORGET TO TELL MY SWEETIES WHEN YOU SEE THEM, THAT I MISS THEM VERY MUCH STILL.(COCO, HOSS, RUDY)ENJOY YOUR NEW FRIENDS, AND CARE FREE LIFE AT THE BRIDGE. LOL FROM ME,(JOANN) AND MY ANNIE.

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  3. What a barooooooootiful girl:) Lucy is on her fluffy cloud looking down and watching over you all. And enjoying the grand buffet, I am sure! She's all around you, for always--listen with your heart:)
    Mary, Harley, Biggs and Leo
    /..\

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