A tree for Lucy.

The veterinary network that our vet clinic is in sponsors a tree planting event for people who let go of a pet during the year. The municipality allows the network to plant trees in a public park, with the win-win-win of people honouring their pet, increasing native plant cover, and increasing shade over a largely unshaded park. Today was the day, a sunny and warm-ish morning, kind of a bittersweet day.

You can choose a specific tree from the available ones, all of which are native to southwest Ontario. We chose a Tulip Tree because a tulip tree seed sprouted unbidden and unexpectedly in our yard about the time Lucy also unexpectedly came into our lives.

Taken to it.

We got this dog bed for Lucy, who doesn’t care for it. On the other hand Fitzi has quite taken to it.

Can you resist this face?

I thought not.

Lucy, at rest.

Much loved Lucy.

Is he not lovable?

Look at this face and convince yourself otherwise.

Revisiting.

Revisiting a fall evening with Achilles, aka Chili Dog, gone on ahead.

All tucked in.

And emitting a gentle, rippling snore.

It’s good to have a dog.

Sometimes words are superfluous.

Loved.

Pretty, intelligent, demanding, vexatious, loved, beloved, precious Lucy.