Today is my dog, Lily's birthday! She is 8 years old (or 56 in doggie years). She is really my firstborn as she is the first pet I have ever had on my own. I got her in 2001, when she was about 12 weeks old and she was the cutest little puppy! She is a PAWS pound puppy, a mut really, and the nice ladies at the pound assured me she would be about 30-40 pounds full-grown. 80 pounds later, she is my big, beautiful girl. Her favorite person - my Dad. Lily and my father bonded the first moment they met. He would come and get her some weekends and take her to run at the hunting camp over at Bunker Creek and she thought she had died and gone to doggie heaven. She loved it and she loves him. I hate that she hasn't been able to see him in over two years. He still asks about her every time I see him.
Since Landon came along, I haven't been very good at celebrating my dogs' birthdays. I actually used to go all out for her birthday (remember that, Miche???) Ok... so I recently saw Marley and Me and it got me thinking about Lily's mortality and I really don't know how many more birthdays I might have with her. As you can see from some of the later pictures, she is getting pretty grey. She can still act like a puppy from time to time. So, here is a tribute to my big girl on her 8th birthday. I love you, Lily. Thank you for bringing so much joy into my life and loving me unconditionally (even when I won't get out of bed to let you go outside!) Enjoy the slideshow!
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I remember Sarah and Lily's birthday parties...boy did they have some blowouts. Remember when daddy brought Beau over and wrapped a can of dog food for Lily's gift. He still talks about that!
Love Ya Lil!
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