"In what turned out to be our final walk together on Thursday, Lilly and I were greeted by the most gorgeous, vibrant double rainbow that I had ever seen in my life. She turned around to sniff some flowers, I followed her gaze, and BAM there it was, brilliant and beckoning, and I recall feeling in my gut at that very moment that it was a sign. A reminder of the Bridge and the sweet relief and joy that awaits good boys and girls when their journeys on earth are coming to an end. My awesome girl has been facing a growing mass in her lung for the last two months, and though she has consistently been her sweet self throughout her illness, in the past few days, especially that day (and rough overnight) I knew she was tired. The best girl in the world was ready to join her Grandpa where she would be welcomed with open arms, free from the coughing, labored breathing and pain; she was ready to frolic with her sisters and others who traveled to the bridge before her. I was NOT ready to let her go. And I agonized over the impossible decision. But I had been lucky enough to spend these last two months loving on and spending as much time with her as I could: on the walks that she ADORED (and would perk her up no matter how she was feeling), on the deck in the sunshine (she was my outdoor-loving girl from the very beginning on the day we brought her home at only nine weeks old), and with her wrapped in my arms while I rubbed her soft, silky, floppy ears that have always been my absolute favorite... I knew it was time. My girl is at peace. My heart, however, is shattered. My Lilly girl, I'll miss you forever."
