The Love of my Life

by Ellen in





As I'm typing this, there is a big nose breathing on my hand and a GIANT piece of plastic blocking my vision of the screen as Lily scoots more on top of me, testing me to see if I still love her since I have completely traumatized her today. It's true people, she wears the Cone of Shame and no longer has a uterus.

Since she most likely feels that I've ruined her life, I decided to dedicate this post to her.

Lily is the love of my life. The alliterative quality of that statement makes it all the more precious to me. I have been wanting to have a doggie for many reasons, but mostly to regulate my life which would hopefully lead to less frequent migraines. It worked when we got Luna, and we all know I've been needing to try it again. Lily came into my world a little more than a month ago, when my friend Heather said that her friend Suzy had rescued a doggie and that I probably needed to meet her. Suzy has the dog-rescuing disease (not the worst one to have), and she drove to the Jackson, TN pound to save Lily from being euthanized. I went out to Suzy's house to meet her and immediately fell in love. I couldn't take her right away because baby Sam's arrival was impending and I knew I would have to go to Jackson a bunch and couldn't bring a strange doggie to meet a brand new baby, nor did I want Lily's first introduction into her new life to be an abnormal routine. So I went out to play with her on my way to and/or from work, and then finally got to bring her home on New Year's Day.


She was a little nervous at first, wondering why her BFF Mojo didn't come with us, why there were no horses to inspect or cats to chase up trees, and I have to admit, I was a little worried she might not like being the only animal. Almost a month later, I will have to say that I was just being ridiculous, because she is the happiest girl. I think she's just glad that she gets a human all to herself. It's true, she's my little dictator. Once she learned our schedule, she was quite pleased.

It is a gross understatement to say that I am thankful. I cannot imagine what she would have looked like at the pound or who would have possibly given her up/lost her. I love her so very much. Besides being the greatest dog ever, she is smart and silly and has quite the personality.

Also, I was getting migraines about once a week during November and December. I haven't gotten ONE since Lily's Gotcha Day. Maybe it's all in my head (of course that pun is intended), but I know it's because of her. She calms me down, gives me purpose, and she makes me happy. I think we're pretty happy together, and I love her more and more every day.

Poor girl, she's currently stumbling around and trying to express to me through eye language that it's time to go to bed, but it's not working because her eyes are still a little glazed from the anesthesia. So she looks a little silly. So I say to her, "Sillllyyyy Lillllyyyy."