It is the one year anniversary of the death of my little puppy Lily. She died in the early morning. My mom and I were with her, telling her she was a good puppy and would soon be with Nanny who was her original owner. I remember her last gasp of air and how her body twitched as the life went out of her. It was so sad. Life without her has been sad and I miss her deeply. She was such a wonderful little dog. My father always said that her number one trait was that she was adaptable. She went from being a yappy lap dog with my grandmother to a frolicking puppy with us. The truth is, she wasn’t a puppy at all but a very old dog. Because she was a stray, we don’t know exactly how old she was but I guess she was nearing 20 when she died. That last year was hard for her. She suffered and I know she is definitely in a better place now. I hope she is with my grandparents and old pets, all of whom left me far too soon.

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