Lucy Goose Creekmur

This is not a Holiday post rather a bittersweet post about our cat Lucy. We had to have Lucy put to sleep yesterday because she was not eating and could barely walk anymore. She was 15 years old and lived a long and happy life.

I was in 6th grade when we got her. My parents went and picked her up at a pet store while Vickie and I were in school. It was a couple of months after our cat Goldie had died and she was a very nice surprise. My mom told us to go open the bathroom door to see her but we couldn't find her. She had climbed in the cupboard and was lying by a white towel. She was such a cute kitten and grew into a very pretty cat.

She got sick when she was about two years old and was in the hospital for about a week with an IV in her arm but she came home and got much better. One Christmas we found her laying in the Christmas tree. She was so petite that she didn't even bother the tree.


When Vickie's cat Moe moved home a few years ago he would follow her around and wanted to be by her all the time. She hated him of course and was not sad to see him move out with Vickie. LOL!

After I moved back home, every time Rodger and I would bring food up to my room she would follow us in there and wait to be fed whatever we were eating. We will miss that.

She was part of the family and she will be missed but it's nice to know that she is no longer in pain and in a better place reunited with Goldie, Caliope, and Thumper. I love you Lucy!