Yesterday we lost our puppy, Lucy. She was run over in our driveway by a neighbor. It was an accident, of course, but her injuries were too much and we had to put her down.

Drama Queen was walking her when it happened and saw the whole thing. I knew what had to be done, yet I didn’t want to make the decision. Mister made the official decision and I had to make the call to the animal hospital. The girls were there with me and I asked them to be very discrete about what we decided to do, I didn’t want to break the news to them there. Once home I sat them down and told them she didn’t make it. My God, the cries and tears from those two were so heartbreaking. As I told my girlfriends, as a parent, that was THE hardest thing I had ever done, telling my kids their dog is dead.

My sister, grandma and I took the kids out to lunch as to get their mind off of Lucy. But once home, the tears began again. And then when my niece got home from her visit with her dad we had to go through it all over again. I was most worried about Drama Queen because she witnessed it, but she seemed to sleep soundly last night. Probably out of sheer exhaustion. But The Snitch slept with us and did a bit more crying in my arms last night. Today the three of them sound sad but so far the tears have subsided. For now, at least.

A girlfriend of mine just recommended Dog Heaven for the girls, so I ordered it. I hope this will help them cope better.

Lucy was 7 months old when she died and is survived by a mommy, daddy, two sisters, a cousin, a doggie cousin, a nina, two grandma’s and a grampy. She will be missed.