  Sometimes in life, there are things I disagree on with my parents. Sometimes these things are small. Like whether or not I should be allowed out past 2 am. Other things are big, big issues. Like whether or not to put my dog to sleep.
Today I blissfully puttered around downtown and at the park. Unbeknownst to me, my parent snuck Lucy, our brittany-spaniel of fourteen years, out of the house. They assisted in her murder. Lucy has been a part of my life for a very long time. I actually can’t remember a time without her. But for the last few years, she has been the most smelly, disgusting animal known to domestication. She has been in pain for a long time. I have come to see her heavy breathing and signature scent as endearing, consistent. I’m not sure what life will be like without her. It may be a little cleaner, a little less smelly, quiet... but there is a Lucy-shaped hole in my heart that no other elderly pet will fill. Affectionately… Anna 
