No more will she wait patiently in her bed on the floor for me to wake up and start thumping her tail the moment my breathing changes.
No more the silly doggy grin and dancing whenever the word "go" is mentioned.
No more will she lick/"nose" my elbow when I'm sitting at table in hopes of a quick pet.
No more will she wag during an entire walk, rare that they were.
No more deadly silent waiting to pounce on unsuspecting mice or voles before the amazingly fast leap through the air.
No more will she warm my feet in the winter as we sit on the couch together.
No more will she snuggle up and bury her nose alongside me as I tat.
No more will she suffer in her stoic silence, unwilling to burden us with that information.
No more Lily.
|resquiescat in pace, canis meus amicaque|