It breaks my heart to share this news. On June 15th we had to let our LuLu go. I loved her to sleep with kisses and hugs and sweet talk as she lay on the quilt in the back of our SUV with a cool breeze coming through the open hatch. It was very peaceful. I saved the tears for after.
I never expected to say goodbye so soon. She was 11 years old. A cancer diagnosis in May, gone in June. I'm sorry it has taken me so long to write this post, but each stage of letting LuLu go just reopens the wound in my heart.
The picture above was taken May 28 this year. She spent a lot of time with that azalea bush over the years.
I brought her home in November 2012. The picture below looks like a studio portrait, but it's not. She was always the prettiest little girl.
On the river in 2015, living the good life in Golden Retriever terms:
It wasn't long before she was running on the bay again with her buddy, Wally.
Christmas 2022. That's LuLu with her nose sniffing for presents.
Always the helper -- January 2023:
Still playing with sticks just last month. How quickly things change:
I made a thank you card for LuLu's vet. Very clean and simple. It was the most difficult card I have ever made.
I'll miss LuLu forever.
Wally is 14 years old and still with us. He has good days and bad days. Sometimes it appears he might be looking for LuLu, but I'm not sure. He's still happy. We'll love him while we can.
Thank you for being here.