Goodbye Lilly
Goodbyes are tough.
A few days ago, Kelly and I did just that with our dog Lilly.
A combination of age coupled with a handful of related ailments finally got the best of her. True to her stubborn nature, Lilly fought the good fight throughout, but ultimately, she lost the war.
We could have asked Lilly to continue fighting. Likely, she could have done so for a few more months, but Kelly and I knew it was wrong to place such a burden onto her. It would not have been fair to prolong her life at our benefit, over hers.
Despite never saying the word, it was time for the inevitable. Kelly and I both knew it, and painful as it was to accept, it was time.
We were happy to accompany her on a final evening walk through town, along her favorite grassy route, and be there to comfort her during final breaths.
Kelly and I cried a flood of tears at the end. And many times since then.
A universal truth amongst dog owners is a belief that their dog was the best dog ever – Kelly and I feel exactly the same about Lilly.
Thank you, Lilly, for forcing us to be patient. Thank you for leading us down the unexplored paths. Thank you for making us laugh. Thank you for slowing our pace at times to appreciate the scenery immediately at our feet.
Mostly, thank you for being such a wondering and loving member of our family. We will miss you dearly.
Goodbye Lilly.