09/18/2025
On Thursday September 11, I lost the love of my life. My soul pup, Miss Lily McLaughlin.
I made every waking moment about her, I spent my life centered around her snuggles, goofiness, and need for adventure. She went everywhere with me, and even spent her days outside basking in the sun and running around like the precious pup she was.
I literally thought about every day how I could make her happier and have more fun with her.
But as the days, months, years went on, I was presented with her changes. She shed half of her body weight in a year, developed some coughs, and other issues that worried me, but as long as I knew she would be comfy with intentional care, I did everything I could.
Her last days felt obvious that she was nearing her end, but I, naively, stayed in denial. I’d be happy to give her all the medicine if it meant that I could keep her around longer. I know now that I was looking for a miracle. We can’t reverse time. She’s 18, I have to be honest with myself.
Lily went through some health episodes that were concerning, and of course, we were presented with the facts in the matter, and that it wasn’t going to get better. We had to consider taking her pain away, and letting her cross to the other side.
I’m so thankful that we didn’t let it get to a point that she was obviously in pain and suffering, I believe that we let her rest at the perfect time in her life.
I just can’t believe she’s gone now. I will always cherish her little crooked nose, her razzmatazzes, and her unwavering love for her flexi sticks.
My sweet girl, my heart is broken. My light has dimmed. I will forever look for your signs in my every day life, just to know you’re with me.
I’l keep moving your bed more in the sun, cause I know the little angel you are can’t wait to keep catching those rays.
I love you more than I love myself. See you in my dreams.