These days, Lucy is simultaneously adorable and heartbreaking: She's slowed down a lot in the last few months, and sort of hops rather than walks. Plus she no longer tolerates grooming - I can give her baths and brush her a little, but that's about it - so her lifelong transformation into an actual muppet is nearing completion. (If you're worried about her being able to see past that aggressive bang situation she has going on, please recall that she is in possession of a grand total of one eye, and that said remaining eye is, alas, completely blind.)
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She seems happy enough, though. She hops from napping spot to sleeping spot to napping spot, and spends most days snuggled up against my left thigh, basking in the warmth emanating from my laptop and snoring audibly. But I think it's safe to say she's officially an old lady now. Which...I mean...I'm okay, I get it, but still. I want so badly for this stage of her life to be one where she gets to relax in her rocker with a nice warm blanket over her legs and watch the seagulls.