In memory of Lilly

A republication of a post from November of last year.

Our dear Lilly offers her special thoughts.

Preface: Lilly is reaching an amazing age for a dog; trully amazing. Lilly was featured back in February this year when we did a series of posts under the generic heading of Meet the dogs.

Yesterday, Jean thought it would be wonderful to hear it from Lilly; so to speak.

So these are Lilly’s words; as whispered to Jeannie!

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The World According to Lilly

Surveying her domain.
Surveying her domain.

I am sixteen years old! That’s one hundred and twelve people years!

So no-one is going to tell me what to do; especially those bratty young dogs I live with.

I refuse to eat canned dog food and expect Mum to cook fresh meat on a daily basis or I will stop eating and give her the moon eyes. (No real issue as Mum does understand my demands! 😉 ) The only dry food that passes my lips is ‘Canidae’. It’s not cheap but, hey, I’m worth it!

No dog is allowed to snag my food or I will bite their nose; and well the others know that! OK, maybe young Oliver can sneak a nibble or two off my bowl; he is rather cute!

I will only take a pill if it is camouflaged in the fresh marrow of a bone – Mum, bless her, thinks I don’t know it’s there! Ha!

When it’s raining, I refuse to go out. Period! To make Mum happy, sometimes I let her use this sheepskin-lined sling thing to help me tackle the deck steps but many times I can manage on my own – hey! I’m only sixteen! But I know that it makes Mum’s day if she sees herself being useful!

It’s been a good life. OK, I’m rather creaky now but determined to make seventeen. Who knows maybe even eighteen!

Give Dad a run for his money any day!  Golly, he has only just turned seventy in people years and to hear him natter on you would think he feels old!

Now where’s my bed …..

Not a bad life for an old dog! (I'm speaking of Dad!)
Not a bad life for an old dog! (I’m speaking of Dad!)

16 thoughts on “In memory of Lilly

  1. What a wonderful dog Lilly was! And what a wonderful life she had with you. I have a 17 year old Cairn terrier – Max, ( plus a much younger Jack Russell cross, 4 cats and some pet chooks and pet ducks.) Max is mostly blind and deaf but still enjoys his food – only the best of course. My neighbour up the road and I were chuckling the other day about what great lives our pets have. She even gives her two dogs and two cats a hot water bottle each on winter nights even though they all sleep indoors in a cosy house.
    It’s difficult when they get old. You don’t want to end their lives too early, but you don’t want to leave it until there’s a health emergency when they are distressed. Max suffered a few fits a month or so back, had an eye removed a year ago and a 2 lb (!) lipoma hanging from underneath his stomach completely removed by an excellent veterinary surgeon two years back. He sleeps a lot, doesn’t walk far but there is nothing wrong with his sense of smell or appetite! Every day is a bonus at the moment. I monitor him closely and hopefully I’ll get the timing right. Dogs are such wonderful creatures and your blog is rightly named. I congratulate you on the love and care you provided to Lilly and no doubt to all your pets. I only wish that there were more human beings like you in the world.
    – Margaret, Port Sorell, Tasmania, Australia

  2. I had a Border Collie – you know, those tough, all-weather working dogs – that could not abide the rain. One of her favourite walks was on the beach at North Cornwall where we once lived. As soon as a drizzle started she would head straight for the nearest cave or hollow in the cliff and not budge, just sitting there looking at me as if to say ‘what’s taking you so long?’.

  3. Beautiful post and pictures Paul and tell Jean she does an excellent job of pampering Lilly.. and I am sure with all of that Love she will live quite contentedly for some time yet..
    I think I have told you before Paul of one of my Cats who was 21 🙂

    Loved that Jean heard her whispers 🙂 xxx

  4. I don’t know if I believe the comparison of dog years to human years, but, when a pet, dog or whatever, is allowed the freedom to have its own personality, there are no words in the human language to express the sorrow from the loss. A pet’s vulnerability, innocence, and devotion is incomparable. They are here to teach us how to love, but, sadly, not everyone learns or holds a pet with the reverence deserved. Bless you, Lilly, for having graced Paul and Jean with your presence as long as you did.

  5. So sweet. Older dogs carry such a beautiful, courageous spirit about them. Even though things are tougher for them, they’re slower, what have you, they still want to do what they’ve always done all along.

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