09/24/2026
I don’t really know how to write this one.
We brought our fuzzy little teddy bear of a puppy, Lucy, home in January 2015. She was adorable from the moment we met her. She was also a complete handful. She had terrible separation anxiety, hated being in a crate, and made sure we understood very quickly that she had absolutely no intention of being told what to do.
And honestly… that was Lucy.
She was stubborn. She was fearless. She was fiercely loyal. She loved her people with everything she had.
She loved the snow. She loved chasing water from the hose. She loved camping at the river. She loved going wherever we went because, as far as Lucy was concerned, wherever we were was exactly where she was supposed to be.
The ranch was her happy place. And nothing compared to her mule rides.
Lucy came into our lives when we were building a new and blended family. She became part of the story from the very beginning. She wasn’t just our dog. She was there through the years, through the changes, through the good times and the hard ones. She watched over all of us.
And that girl was a badass protector. She had no fear. None.
She would stand her ground, watch everything, and make damn sure everyone knew that her people were hers to protect.
And then there was Charlie. The dynamic duo - Our Peanut Gang. Lucy and Charlie. Charlie absolutely adored her. She was the center of his universe. We lost our beloved Charlie just last month. We weren’t ready for him.And now we lost our Lucy too.
I don’t know how our hearts are supposed to process losing both of them so close together. It feels cruel. It feels too soon. It feels like someone took two of the biggest pieces of our family and left behind this enormous, empty space where they used to be.
The ranch feels different.The house feels different.Everything feels different.There are moments when I still expect to see them. To hear them. To look over and find them together. And then reality hits all over again.
That is the part nobody tells you about losing them.
It’s not just losing a dog.It’s losing a presence.A personality.A routine.A piece of your everyday life.
It’s losing a piece of your family.
And Lucy was family.She was our girl.Our fierce protector.Our stubborn, goofy, fearless teddy bear.
I have to believe that when she crossed that bridge, Charlie was there waiting for her. Because if there is one thing I know, it’s that those two belonged together.So go find your Charlie, sweet girl.He’s been waiting for you.Run together again. Chase each other. Keep watch over the place. And maybe, just maybe, save us a spot wherever you two are.
