Luci. Little LuLu. Lucifer. Fkn Luci. Luzer, are a few of the many handles she carried in our house over the course of thirteen years. years ago, Chris googled how do you make a Chihuahua stop barking… “don’t get one” was the response. her shrill bark was like fingernails on a chalkboard. Luci was always cold, except in July. anytime I sat down on the couch she was there, nesting in between my legs hoping for some heat. she was the size of a large hamster but ruled the house like an alpha Doberman. LuLu filled a remarkably large part of our home, for such a tiny creature. we hated her, sometimes. but we loved her, always. we miss her now, but we are very grateful she was part of our family for so long.

Chris decided that in the Spring, we’ll bury her wrapped in Chris’ old white housecoat that Luci so often took refuge in, escaping the cold, cruel world. She’ll be buried beside her big brother, Dano.

RIP, Luci