Monthly Archives: April 2004

Lacey Louise

Our cocker spaniel, Lacey Louise, died on April 2, 2004, two days before Nora’s birthday. She had been ill for the last five years. It was a difficult time for us at the vets in during the following week. Her heart had finally reached the point where it made a lung colapse. There was nothing that could be done. It took a week for me to be able to write about it, but I have written a piece about her. This will be my May article for the Journal.

Lacey was buried on our property in West Virginia. She was truly our West Virginia Hillbilly Puppy and loved it there.

It has been a difficult week without her. I still can’t believe she is gone. I expect to see her running around with those big floppy ears moving from side to side. Yesterday night was very difficult for me. It was the first night we spend in Baltimore after she died. Every night, at bedtime, I would take her out front – just her and I. Cheyanne would go out back. I automatically walked to the front door, then remembered she was gone. I had to step outside for a few minutes to be by myself. She was a wonderful little girl.

Cheyanne is aware of what has happened, but seems to be doing OK. She is staying very close to both of us.

Sadly, my best friend Tom, lost his Timmy yesterday, only six months after losing Ashley.

Pets are wonderful, and it is difficult when the end comes.

Lacey Louise

Our cocker spaniel, Lacey Louise, died on April 2, 2004, two days before Nora’s birthday. She had been ill for the last five years. It was a difficult time for us at the vets in during the following week. Her heart had finally reached the point where it made a lung colapse. There was nothing that could be done. It took a week for me to be able to write about it, but I have written a piece about her. This will be my May article for the Journal.

Lacey was buried on our property in West Virginia. She was truly our West Virginia Hillbilly Puppy and loved it there.

It has been a difficult week without her. I still can’t believe she is gone. I expect to see her running around with those big floppy ears moving from side to side. Yesterday night was very difficult for me. It was the first night we spend in Baltimore after she died. Every night, at bedtime, I would take her out front – just her and I. Cheyanne would go out back. I automatically walked to the front door, then remembered she was gone. I had to step outside for a few minutes to be by myself. She was a wonderful little girl.

Cheyanne is aware of what has happened, but seems to be doing OK. She is staying very close to both of us.

Sadly, my best friend Tom, lost his Timmy yesterday, only six months after losing Ashley.

Pets are wonderful, and it is difficult when the end comes.