It was Wednesday morning when we noticed something wrong with Lucy. She wasn't moving much and appeared depressed.
On Thursday, she was obviously keeping weight off her left foot, though she could curl her toes. On Friday, I called Craig and Debra to see if there was something special I could do for her. "Watch," they said. On Saturday she was allowing more pressure on the foot.
On Sunday, she was holding food in the foot. When she begged for a crust from Lyman's sandwich, he said "Go limp around for your Mama. She'll get you something."