One month before we had to say goodbye to Lucy, she ate 1/2 of a red velvet cake. It happened like this: During the time she was uncomfortable, she liked going out side at night. This past fall, we had many warm nights, so she could be out in the evenings and maybe for an hour after dark. We had lights in the yard so we could keep an eye on her and she would watch us through the sliding glass door. This routine helped to comfort her, plus she just looooooooooooved to stalk the rabbits after dark. Anyhow, one night she watched me through the window bake a red velvet cake, she must have enjoyed the sweet aroma from afar for over an hour. I let her into the house, turned my back on her for a moment to get something out of the fridge and I heard the distinct familiar sound of "licking chops". There she was, front legs up on the kitchen chair, helping herself to the bottom layer of the red velvet cake I had just spend two hours preparing. I was steamed for about one one-hundredth of a second, then started to laugh. I am so happy to have this final "food thief" memory of my best friend!