I can't believe he won't be aroudn when Lucy dies.

When Lucy takes her final breaths.  With her prematurely greyed snout, and her mom-given anxieties, and blind eye and her sweet demeanor, and her soft fur and her beautiful coat..

When she snuggles up into a ball, and makes her nest when shes ready... it willnot be the boy who said "you don;t need that puppy, I need that puppy" that will be by her side.

It will be the wife that said, "Lets think about it".

It will be the wife that trained her from 10 weeks old.

It will be the wife that fought for her right to live with us even though she destroyed carpets.

It will be the wife that stood by her during paralysis.

It will be the wife that taught her how to walk again.

It will be the woman that kept her when she couldnt afford $22 daily doggie daycare.

It will be the woman who stands with her in the rain while she refuses to potty.

When this beautiful resiliency teacher dies, it won't be the careless asshole that obtained her.  It will be me.  Loving her as I have every day for 7 years. And no one will care as much as I do.

When Lucy takes her last breaths in this shitty world, it will be in my arms.  Not his. Not ours.

When Lucy leaves this world she wont have her parents' loving arms wrapped around her.  No, she'll have to settle for her insufficient mom.  WHo did the best she could, but could never do enough.