Lilly was more than just a dog; she was my best friend. From the moment she bounded into my life, a beautiful black pit mix with endless energy, I knew we were meant to be. Her shiny coat glistened in the sunlight, and her playful spirit lit up even the dullest days. At thirteen years old, she carried herself with the grace of a wise companion, yet the energy of a pup.
Food was her true love. Every meal was a celebration, and I often joked that if there were a food Olympics, Lilly would take gold. Her excitement was palpable as I prepared her meals, tail wagging furiously, eyes wide with anticipation. But the moment her stinky breath brushed against my cheek during our kisses was always a reminder that love comes with quirks.
We shared countless moments, but our long walks stood out as our sacred time. As we strolled through the neighborhood, Lilly's head held high, she would stop and sniff every blade of grass, every tree, and, of course, every bush that housed her furry nemeses—the bunnies. It was an ongoing battle, one she never won, but her determination was admirable. She would spend hours watching them from her post, always on alert, as if she believed today might be the day.
Lilly was my steadfast companion through life’s many changes. When I moved for my career, she was there, settling into new places with an unwavering loyalty that made every transition feel a little easier. She loved camping trips, her nose quivering with excitement as we explored the great outdoors. Every trip was an adventure, and with her by my side, even the simplest things—like sitting by a campfire—felt extraordinary.
At home, she was the queen of cuddles. Whether it was a lazy afternoon or a cozy movie night, she would curl up next to me, her warmth a comforting presence. All she needed was love and a few treats to be the happiest girl in the world. Her enthusiasm for life was contagious, a gentle reminder to savor the simple joys that often get overlooked.
As the years passed, I watched her age, each day a bittersweet treasure. Even as her steps slowed, her spirit never waned. Lilly taught me the importance of gratitude, of finding happiness in small moments—a sunbeam streaming through the window, the smell of fresh grass, or the joy of being surrounded by loved ones.
When she passed, the void was immeasurable. The house felt empty without her joyful energy, her mischievous antics, and her stinky kisses. But I carry her spirit with me, a gentle nudge to embrace life fully and appreciate the love we share. I’m forever grateful for the time we had together, for every laugh and every adventure, and for the unbreakable bond that will live on in my heart.
Lilly may no longer be by my side, but she will always be my best friend. In her memory, I strive to cherish each day as she would—filled with love, a little bit of mischief, and, of course, a good treat.
OREGON STATE UNIVERSITY
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