My dog died. Well, technically Lucy was my parents dog since 1998, but she was my puppy and I raised her up to a spoiled 2 year old and then moved to Greece and had to leave her behind. It was fair to leave her on acres and acres of green land in the country. I am glad that when Joe and I moved from Athens that we left here there. She was a well loved dog. She was my dad's sweetheart...He cared for her meticulously. She had not been feeling right and was due to go the the vet this morning. She was found in the safety of the old summer kitchen adjacent to my parents house. She was a wild fabulous dog. 120lbs of Lab and Dane and Rot. Gorgeous and fierce. Bye sweet girl- I miss you already.