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"Lucy Girl"
by carolyn
It was a little over a year ago when you first came home to us, you could fit in the palm of my hand. I remember when I named you. You on my bed and then you just started going crazy as if you were possessed by the devil. We named you Lucifer (for when you were bad) and Lucy for short (when you were good), The name fit and soon you were called by everyone who knew you as "Lucy Girl" I have so many memories of the joy you brought to my life. People would show me pictures of their kids, I would show pictures of my "Lucy Girl". I remember the time you accidentally got a plastic bag caught around you neck and came flying out of the bedroom, plastic bag trailing behind you, spatting and hissing the whole way thinking that bag was out to kill you. Or the time I was too lazy to carry the laundry downstairs so I filled up dirty pillow cases and dropped the clothes out the window. You watched in curiosity . That evening my son asked me why so many of the small toys from his room were found outside his bedroom window, I watched you the next day pick up his hackey sack and droped it outside. The look on your face was if you were saying, "see, just like mom!" When you were sick and the vet said that unless you had an operation you would die, and even tho i had to use the rent money to pay the doctor I knew we would we have to make due when you looked up at me with your orange eyes meowed and put your paw on my face. It will be two weeks on Friday since I last saw your beutiful face, we've searched every where, lost posters with reward signs, the pound, PAWS, and no sign. I still look in every window, knowing that if by some small chance you were found that you would be looking out the window looking for me.
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