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_Source: email from Steve Leady (CowboyChing) to Daniel_
LUCY HAD BALANCE; LUCY IS BALANCE. Even though Lucy's carbon vessel has transitioned to other worlds (Past tense), her Divine Spirit and Essence is still present. Her food bowl is untouched...but Rosie (JRT 1+ year junior) and Winnie (feline sista') and I do not face a day without Lucy's Essence. Quite literally...she lives on through our choices and opportunities.
Lucy was famous (with me) for crossing Dry Creek (at Dry Creek Farm) on a fallen tree log. The tree was elm and the terrain was nearly impossible to navigate. I used a rope-assist to scramble down the super steep, creek-arroyo face to the elm tree log...where Lucy and I would then cross to the other side of the creek. There was only one other soul-being that I ever witnessed crossing Dry Creek on the elm log and that was Citori, the Tonkinese warrior. Needless to say it was low-traffic crossing and occasionally a fresh branch would impede the bi-ped slightly. Lucy had balance and was as comfortable 10 feet above the creek water surface as she was on terra firma. She loved to hunt the scents on that log crossing and the rather undisturbed territory across the creek.
As a small boy, Grandpa Mark taught me about intelligence and stranger-danger and puppies. He said, "always choose the puppy that holds back when the litter meets strangers". His reasoning was that survival instincts are likely matching a slightly lower IQ when a puppy is all excited over strangers...instead of cautious and respectful of unknowns, indicating higher IQ. I didnt pick Lucy from her litter. She had 3 siblings/litter mates and they were all selected/picked before her. She likely was the less boisterous and even innocently...not into selling herself. Those few elements ring completely true in the zen-master personality of Lucy. She carried herself with poise that quite literally transcended the humanity environs she frequented with me. I was offered money numerous times for her to re-home. I would just laugh and gratefully decline.
Lucy was impactful. I feel confident to state that I am a better version of myself for the 10+ years we shared. Dont get me wrong: I am just a man...and she was just a brilliant version of canine zen-master. In many ways we took the path less traveled...but it generally was just banal and ordinary. She definitely had a fan club and, yet she responded to approval and accolades like one would expect a zen-master.
I wasnt prepared for our goodbye. Some might even suggest delusion when I simply refuse to mourn. Lucy celebrated life and that grateful celebration is the fuel of my memories of her. She has simply forged ahead on the path...and I will catch up one day.
_(PRISM council refraction deferred to a later enrichment pass.)_