Lucy's Love Story
There is no way we would still have our baby without the support of everyone at Ellie’s Rainy Day Fund. Losing Lucy would have been such a weight on my daughter’s heart and such a terrible way to start our new married life. Thank you for making it possible to feel the joy of our girl as part of our family again.
In Lucy's Words...
Hi, I’m Lucy. I am 5 pounds of pure energy and supreme snuggles. I will play fetch for as long as you’ll keep tossing a beanie baby. My walrus is my favorite! I work hard all day: chasing after toys, supervising yard work, climbing my pen and escaping. That can take a lot out of a dog.
So, when it’s bedtime, I grab my toy, jump onto the prime location of blankets, roll over for my evening belly rub, and then take up as much space as possible as I burrow down and make paw contact with my people.
I’ve always been an emotional support dog. When I first arrived I had to help my human Mom & sisters to grieve the loss of their 14 year old chihuahua. I also needed to get them through a divorce. AND, as if that wasn’t enough, I had to show my new Dad that while he thought he wanted a big dog, what he really needed was a dog with a big personality—ME!
I’m two years old and I’ve been with my family ever since I got adopted. I didn’t understand where my Mom went when she and my new Dad left on their honeymoon. I liked staying with my oldest human sister, but I was still kind of nervous & mad at my Mom. So, one night I showed her. I ate a blanket!
But then I started feeling really bad—throwing up & not wanting to eat or drink. Finally, my sister called my Mom and she and Dad cut their honeymoon short and rushed right home.
I was glad to see them when they got back but all I could do was just lie there. So they rushed me to the emergency room. But getting x-rays and then paying for the surgery were more than they could afford.
My sister felt like they were going to lose me and it would be all her fault. I heard my Mom on the phone calling everywhere but she just couldn’t find any funds.
But then the vet said Ellie’s Rainy Day Fund wanted to help. They probably knew how important I am in my family. Anyway, I’m glad they did because I had a piece of blanket 1.5 feet long all bunched up in my belly and intestines. But not anymore! Now I’m back to jumping & playing & hogging the bed. I don’t think I’ll ever eat a stupid blanket again!