We saw your picture on the website and I don't think I've ever seen a more beautiful Golden Girl. We had to meet you, but you were so shy! You didn't want to come out from behind the couch at the Foster Home. But we eventually coaxed you out and you put your head in my lap. That was it, you needed to be in our family. The week we brought you home, we took you to Florida! And though you weren't crazy about the ocean, you enjoyed the family. We loved having you with us!. Along the way and through the years, we came to know your quirks. Beeps, Storms, Men, Cameras, water, lawn mowers, the dark... all not on your favorite list. But you learned to find comfort from mom when you needed some security. I laid on the floor with you during the storms, we didn't take pictures of you, we put you upstairs when we mowed the lawn....all these things just became everyday things we do for Lacy. Every night before we went to sleep, I'd lay on the floor, spooning you, telling you I wish I had had you from a puppy. You would be sassy and naughty, instead of afraid and timid. I told you there was never anything to fear, ever again, and I was so glad you were here. And now you're gone. The sparkle was gone from your eye, the wag gone from your tail and the hunger gone from your tummy. It was time to go. But 4 years just doesn't seem enough time. I miss your gentle lick on my hand, asking me to please give you a pet, as you never demanded anything. I miss having to coax you to your feeding mat (because you'd never eat out of a bowl), telling you it's ok to eat, Lacy. I miss your fluffy softness of your fur on my feet after I run. I miss burying my face in your big, fluffy neck and just soaking up your smell. I miss you. I hope you're up there, looking down, not to be sad, but to see just how loved you were. You never quite seemed to believe you were worthy of our love. I hope you're running after that ball you quit chasing a few years ago, with your tail high. But most of all, I hope you are at peace, no more scary things in your mind from the past. We love and miss you, Lacy Jean.