But I kept having this nudging at my heart that it was time to get another dog. I had just turned 60 and I just didn't want time to run out.
It had been 10 years since I had my last two boxers, Ezekiel and Zoiee, without a day going by that I didn't miss them immensely
So, through a bit of a corn maze journey, I ended up with one of my dearest friends Holly, who is a seasoned dog trainer and boxer breeder, and that's where I found my Lucy.
It's been 3 months now since my gotcha date with Lucy. I looked at this as an adventure, and something I needed. I have lived alone for quite some time, and I like living alone. But I was ready to give my time and love to a new boxer!
Little did I know exactly one month into getting Lucy I would severely injure my leg and not be able to walk, in other words not be able to care for Lucy on my own. And I was immediately on a recovery journey.
I cannot say it's been easy. And it felt unfair at times to Lucy because she was so little and still is. I did have some help.
So now I'm about 90% recovered. And back on track being with my girl Lucy.
When it comes right down to it, I gave up living alone, I gave up a bougie home where everything was perfectly placed. I gave up extra rest among many other things.... And I fully committed my entire heart and life to Lucy Lu.
It has not been a cakewalk. Now my home is messy a lot. My bedding is no longer pristine. My dishes aren't always done. And all my cute pillows on my couch are always messed up because that's one of Lucy's favorite things to do! And there are the trials of potty training!
All of those OCD things that I used to do, no longer matter, because I know that I only have a limited time with Lucy in my lifetime at 60 years old, but to her I am her entire life. And when I'm frustrated because things aren't like they used to be, she loves me unconditionally. And there is no place I'd rather be.
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