I had to make a trip to the vet today to get flea stuff for Millie and Rocky. Trust me, if it weren’t for the fact that I needed to get something for the dogs, I would not have gone back there. But I put on my big girl pants and did what I had to do.
It was a little odd being in the waiting room and I was praying that none of the girls behind the desk would do the whole "I’m sorry for your loss." thing. I got the flea stuff, paid for it and thought I was home free . . .
I started to walk toward the door to leave and walked into a beautiful black lab that was standing right in front of me. I should have just walked past the dog and gone on my way. But nooooo . . . I have to be polite! OMG she was beautiful dog. I could tell that she was just a young thing and I just had to ask how old she was. Lab Mommy said she was 18 months old. Oh dear do I remember those days! I reached down to pet the pretty girl and I asked her name. Lab Mommy said her name was Lucy. (gasp!) I immediately wrapped Lucy in a big hug and kissed the top of her head. I was a little teary-eyed when I asked Lab Mommy if she was a handful. Lab Mommy said "Oh, yes, she’s into everything. I call her Lucifer because she’s evil." I just looked at Lab Mommy with tears streaming down my face. Poor Lab Mommy must have thought I’d lost my mind. I explained that I had a black lab girl named Lucifer and she passed away two weeks ago. Poor Lab Mommy didn’t know what to think. Heck, I didn’t know what to think. What are the odds that somebody else named their black lab girl Lucifer? It’s not a common name for a girl dog. I hugged Lucy one last time and left.
I had to sit in the car for a few minutes before I could drive home.
I have to keep reminding myself that it’s only been two weeks . . . it’s gonna get better . . . right?