Our Diamond's Gone
When they said deaths happen in threes, I never would have guessed she would be number two.
When I met Dad2Amara, I was OK with dogs. I just didn't want to own one. We were always on the go. We were living in an apartment, and I didn't think we had the space. And honestly, the thought of being responsible for another living thing was intimidating.
But two months before our wedding, Dad2Amara brought home Lucida -- without my knowledge or permission. I was livid. But being madly in love, I was blinded and Lucida was here to stay.
Why the name Lucida? Because even with her two different colored eyes and her shabby beginnings (long story, but ask me if you want to know), this dog would always be our unique, brilliant diamond -- like the Tiffany jewel.
So today, after a very long and trying morning, I was home working in the dining room...hoping to get some research completed. Amara was watching TV in the basement. And that's when I heard it. The most blood curdling scream and cry a dog could make. Our black lab, Lady, and I raced up the stairs. But by the time we made it upstairs, the cries had stopped. I got to Lucida and begged her to turn her head to look at me. And as an obedient dog, she did. And then she died.
I think I got a jump start on motherhood because of Lucida. And I even got a taste of Grandma2Amara's true colors (and her spoiling nature) because of Lucida. Lucida would bark and jump...not because she wanted to attack...but because she loved people. She loved attention. And now when I come home, the house is quiet. There is no welcoming committee because Lady is content just sitting back. But never our Lucida. And as annoyed as I would get with her canine ways, I loved that dog. Dad2Amara loved her. And Amara loved her.
Amara looked up to heaven to tell Lucida to "have fun" up there. And while she couldn't understand why she didn't see Lucida leave and she doesn't understand why she only can have one dog now instead of two, I think our 3 year old daughter is handling this better than her 30 year old mom.
Lucida wasn't sick. And she wasn't old. But as Dad2Amara said, God decided it was time to pick Lucida up. There was nothing we could do to have had her stay.
Just too bad it doesn't take away the hurt that's over our family right now.