My Dog Lily

On December 18, 2007 about a week and a half before Christmas, my favorite dog in the whole world lily had to be put to sleep. That following morning she had been vomiting a vile brown substance. My worried mother toke her to the vet that day while I was at school, She had a feeling on what they were going to tell her. She was right. Lily had tumors everywhere, and one in her throat, making breathing difficult. She also had bad arthritis in everyone of her legs, and a liver problem. It was time for lily to move on. Our family knew lily had a tumor and arthritis, but she was happy all the time, so we thought of it as nothing, until that morning. Lily was a fighter, she had been poisoned by rat chemicals, and almost died. 1,000 dollars later with a pint of blood transfusions and 1 pint of plasma, she was up and going again. Another time we came home, and lily had something like a bullet hole in her stomach, but....she lived. Then about 2 weeks ago, lily wanted to come up on my mom and dads bed, she was laying when a glass toppled over and she got scared. She toppled off of the bed, shocked, scared, and a very soar back. She got up, and started moving, but was walking funny. Soon it was better. Lily would do anything when it came to our family.

My dad had got lily in a small farm in Washington. The man who lived their described a puppy yellow lab, and was very cute and gentle. My dad got their and walked to where the puppies where. Suddenly a small puppy crawled up to him on her tummy and started whining. coincidentally, it was the puppy the farmer described to my dad. Without hesitation, he bought her and brought her home to me for my birthday present, I was going to turn three. The first time I saw lily, she was wrapped up in a blanket carried by my dad, she was fast asleep. I thought it was a baby at first when my dad lifted up the blanket from it's face. I was so happy! Lily was like a sister, we would play all day, and my butt would be soar and bruised from her nipping, but i didn't care. When I was sad, lily would comfort me, she would go over and started sniffing in my ear, like she was whispering she loved me. Then over the years and many adventures with lily, we moved to Whidbey Island. We built a house next to my grandma and cousins on Possession Beach. Now lily could hang out with my grandma and grandpa's dog, Jocko, a black poodle. The two were inseparable, until one unfortunate day when Jocko died. You could tell lily was sad, she would not eat and she LOVED food, but she eventually got over it. Soon over the years she was getting old but she never lost her spirit. I noticed the top of her head was getting whiter and whiter every year. Ups and downs came and gone with lily, in the end we were OK.

That day when lily got put to sleep, I came home from school, my mom told me the story, it was painless, and peace full. I cried and cried, and so did my mom, brother, and even my dad. That night everyone was sleeping, I thought I heard a noise. I got out of bed, and walked down the hall, nothing was there. I was walking back to bed, when I felt a cold, gentle nudge on my hand, but again, nothing was there. Everyone should know, that your dog, or whatever animal you have will have a certain time to go. They Will give you signs like lily did. No tail wagging, trembling, not eating, or looking up at you as if saying, it's time to go. But when they die, mourn for them, and feel sad. But know that they will always be in your heart, and they will always love you.