My sweet Lili was born on St. Patrick’s Day. When I picked her up at ten weeks, she was an eleven-pound ball of fluff!
I always wondered why she became so attached to Jack when I was the doggy chef and walker. But from an early age, she made it clear that she was Jack’s dog.
She grew so fast that she had grown into her ears in no time—such a pretty girl.
Lili was a fantastic dog. She looked after Jack when he was doing yard or snow plowing. And the day our house had a daytime break-in, Lili saved me.
She was beautiful and intelligent and always allowed Heidi to believe she was the Alpha Dog, although Lili knew that she was, in fact, the Alpha.
So, goodbye, sweet Lili. I will miss you always and forever.
Oh no, what happened?
So sorry to hear that. She’s now healthy and running in heaven with Jack!
Very sorry to hear this. What a beautiful dog she was and lucky to have you, jack, Heidi and your family in her life. I’m sure you went out of your way for her to live her best life. She as well enhanced all of yours. I’m sure she is smiling down from heaven. Patti.
Is that name a reference to hogan’s heroes?