So many people that came here knew her as the beautiful greeter. This past year, though, she had slowed down in her dog duty and could be found resting under a bench. On some days she could only make her way out at the promise of a belly rub. In Lucy's younger days, every person who got out of a car here at Morningside was treated to her excited greeting. I will miss her so.
I am going to plant rosemary close to her bench because it is for remembrance, and someday I will want to remember lots of things about her, but not today. As fate would have it, we have also been dealing with another daily tragedy, a new puppy who chews everything and torments the cats every chance she gets. Due to her handiwork, almost all of my shoes look like I have hiked the Appalachian trail. Her name is Stella Artois and she looks like a clown with huge bat ears and a bandit mask. She brings us much joy despite her tragic faults, another of which is not being house broken quite yet. She runs through the garden with abandon and nips at anything green, could possibly be a digger (please God no) we will train her to be a good, people-greeting garden dog. Not much garden info this time, but there is always more to come.