Miss Lucy was my service dog for many years. I adopted her when first diagnosed as a type 1 diabetic. She was in a shelter and seemed so scared. But it wasn’t long before she was home with me and being the “lady” of the home.

Over the years she helped me in many ways. From accompanying me on my walks, to fetching  my glucometer when I was in such a fog from low blood sugar that I couldn’t get my own testing supplies.

Last year I had to say goodbye to Miss Lucy. It was one of the most difficult moments of life. She had acquired stomach cancer and was wasting rapidly, and was losing the use of her hind legs as well, due to RA. The vet suggested I put her down rather than allow her to waist and be in pain.

She slipped off quickly…too quickly. I barely got to say goodbye and she was gone.

But I am convinced I will see her again one day. And when that time comes, neither she nor I will be ill.

Goodbye my dear Miss Lucy. And thank you for taking care of me. I only wish I could have had more time with you.

She was 17 years old.

— Leah from Ft. Worth, TX