Just wanted to share that my beloved beagle Lucy, age 17, is gone. She saw me through the trauma of discovery, confrontation, separation, divorce after 26 years, and more, with her boundless love. In my darkest times she would not let me alone, rested close, got me out walking, needed me on her older years too. I will cite her always as my truest companion. The house is eerily quiet and I’m missing her terribly and grateful for her beautiful spirit especially these last several years of my recovery from the trauma of the very hidden abuse I suffered.